he was all on his own in his cellar
knowing upstairs the child warm and tender
and he forged no more screams with no feller
when he launched our world's last surrender
he knew nothing of people back then
when he fell from the sky into blackness
the bad taste of the dawning of men
would not turn into general slackness
so he made what he needed bein' bold
catching tones for a morning of three
and after all he was not all so cold
when he clawed at a new way to be
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