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I woke up this mornin'
the sky was red
a warm wind was blowin'
and the trees were all dead

no sun in the sky
and the ground was pale
I heard a sigh
and the trees began to wail

a knock came at my door
and I jumped with fright
not a soul was there
there was noone in sight

I gazed out at the scene
the hills had all disappeared
and far across the plain
a black shape appeared

it was moving real quick
like a shadow possessed
at once, I felt sick
as it approached its nest

it was still far away
so I turned my back
I didn't want to stay
I was about to crack