Flowers in her hair she wore flowers in her hair
and all the town would stare and all the young girls followed picking up the petals strewn everywhere
When the flowers died they saw through the disguise and all the townsfolk circled her with prayers and tar and feathers and fire
There's a dog loose in the woods a fox tied to a tree
and when the farmer raises his gun the bullets pass right through me
And everyone you know will be crawling through the snow at the four furthest corners of town where they buried my bones
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