Lyrics:
from fear Swinging from every branchlet's end There, too, the nine brown sisters talked Of thievish snakes, their nests suspend The silver-feathered
of entropy Alive with fresh decay In runnel and branchlet We carry the sound All hail the canopy crown Saved us from the animal Praise to Cultivator Canopy
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