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Oh the falcon, was pretty bird
Wondered as she flew
She danced around and pranced around
Wherever the four winds blew

And the falcon was a pretty bird
Her voice was always still
But men with drums and men with guns
They've taught her how to kill

Her eye was on the sparrow
Her mind was on the dove
But no one cared and no one dared
To speak to her of love

Her eyes are always hooded
Her claws are sharp as steel
We teach her not to to see too much
We teach her not to feel

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Go build you a log cabin
On a mountain high
And hear the feathered war birds yell
As she goes screaming by

She'll tease you, she'll please you
She'll satisfy your needs
But someday she may turn around
And maul the hand that feeds

Your hours might be numbered
Your end might come someday
So break her chain and free her brain
And send her on her way

And the falcon, she's a pretty bird
Wonders as she flies
She asks us easy questions
We tell her easy lies