What if someone declared
They never lived or cared
No terms of right, no terms of wrong
No grief when everyone is gone
Eyes on a birch outside
Lost in the forest night
No terms of right, no terms of wrong
No grief when everyone is gone
Deformed child, born headstrong
Wasted life, wasted friend
Wasted time, wasted land
There’s no need to pretend
With no kin to resent
No more hardship to mend
Face your single best friend
Wasted life, wasted friend
Wasted time, wasted land

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