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Like baby bird that fell off it’s nest
Our baby became dead flesh
It’s a nightmare of unrest
A reality I can’t digest

Right before our very eyes
Our infant born to die
There it is without a pulse
Will never come back to us

We can sacrifice all our blood
Won’t save the child we love
Impossible to intend
The legend of the pelican

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