Black like the Black like the home of time

Green like the Green like the naive child

You can't be ready for birth

You can't be ready for life

You can't be ready for death

You can't be ready for time

Horse doctor man will you take care of us

I lost your name but I do know your alias

Dry Dry like the desert wind

Sharp like the weapons of war

Broken like the will of a slave

Cold like the eyes of a snake

You can't be ready for birth

You can't be ready for life

You can't be ready for death

You can't be ready for time

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