The Sun Never Rose

The pigs march their way through the farm
and find their way in the snow
The birds have yet to sing today
because they are too busy mourning

If there is anything left to say
let me say this
we are no better than each other
and they were right all along

The frogs and and horses and cows and goats
had the tendency to drift apart
there was nothing left to say
the farmer is dead

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