Poems from YazzMatazz

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Art. Death. Music. Its all the same.
By quoth  By note By choice Little to do with voice Creates a story Creates a land That we are yet to understand Yet of notes That place...
To kill a bird, to kill a child Either is easily beguiled Neither foot, nor mild Will beget this child.
One, two, three birds in a tree The fourth has been knocked down Down comes the first, the second, and the third. One by one knocked down.
Have you heard the of Fee, Fye, Foe Fee doesn't know where foe will go Foe takes an axe through fye's head  Now they cannot be together...
Black eyed children, black eyed children  What would you like to eat? Mother dear, oh mother dear A bird that goes tweet! My dear, dear...

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