A redhead

The candles are singing
The flags will wave high
The people are bringing
The hi and the bye

And the baby was a red head
The workers would have said
A whole long life still unread
As for now still dying dead

Still so tiny and so young
Innocent it will be hung
Into the trees, where it’s among
All the others, great but unsung

May the force be with the high note
Granting them a right to vote
Cz the life which I just quote
Is for me an anecdote

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