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I was not woken by the rooster Nor by the crow's tough song But the midnight cry of a blood red bird Brought this sleeplessness on Threw open the window Moonlight on a black garden of thorns And the cool wind on my sweat What cries home Where cries from A blood red bird lies in the woods Weeping into dead leaves With wing torn and jutting bone What hand bent it to bust To be ueseless What hand I could have done it With two fingers A blood red bird A blood red bird We can continually sink into each other Just deep enough to rip out a bit more flesh When we move away Letras de cancionesA scarf of skin trailing out behind Like an arrow I was only passing through A blood red bird A blood red bird From Letras Mania