Fancy, the name of a bird
Sing, sing, sing, oh in my fortune ring.
The life in a bucket, scattered
Loveless, and now shattered.
A single wish, a dying treat
To open the doors and undertaker greets,
Never the same, never again
Smiles in life have gone in vain.
She calls, whims enjoy,
This is all a fate’s ploy;
To drown, to play,
To return me back to a model of clay.
Dance round the fire that burns,
Lucky I am, I still suffer.
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