A song about the chicken grazing in the field, yellow as the sun, warm and so fragile.
Hug her a bit tighter and she’s gone limp in your arms, dead, but still so warm.
I’m climbing to the rainbow, it’s so hot, I must be burning. If only I could make it on time…
I’m a rocket, I’m certainly a rocket! I have a cold nose like a dog, but I’m burning inside.
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