All the swans are dead
They're not here anymore
We're all some other animals
But what, we're not sure
All the swans have flown away
The planet got too much
This age of darkness
Hardened wings that were soft to touch
The swans have left the building
They're never coming back to earth
No more in sickness or in death
No more till death do us part
Now all that's left are empty ponds
And raging infidel seas
People bet on who'll be the next to go
Maybe the birds and the bees
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