Vixen by Fall
It had taken her a long time
Suddenly back on its own
To sit, friendless & alone
She is friendless and alone
I'm a vixen on its own
The triple gang & the throng
Did not feel helpless or alone
The vixen got no friends
She needs a poison pen
Even in Switzerland
The people cry "vixen"
Silver cross, all alone
The bird had flown
With their omen they'll fly
Had flown, silver cross
All alone
(So millions were broken hearted)
All alone, with no home
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