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Baby Bears
Cold, Tired, Hungry
I am a fallen apple
Rotting in the sand
Growing a beard
And the rain kisses smooth
My poisoned youth
Renewed
Cold, tired, Hungry
In the black winter night
Cold, Tired, Hungry
I am a fallen apple
Rotting in the sand
Growing a beard
And the rain kisses smooth
My poisoned youth
Renewed
Cold, tired, Hungry
In the black winter night
