Tie me to a tree
make it nice and tight
the girls play in the meadow
with thier ribbons and their bows
not aware I hang inches from the ground
treason they cry
a murderer to the crown
but I hang here smirking
knowing full well
what I've done
they can beat this body
but never my soul
mysteries go unsolve
and tales often untold
so I will die tonight
a free man
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