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The scarecrow has fields of his failures to tell,
of his precious people, whom he let die.
The scarecrow still counts them, bell to bell.
He counts all his failures and smiles with one eye.
First spilled his guts for a son and a lie.
Second got crushed, save for an eye.
Third put her heart in a worthless scum's palm.
Fourth died in chains with a babe in her arms.
Fifth dragged a demon to fate worse than hell.
But the scarecrow kept going, an empty shell.
Oh, the scarecrow has fields of his failures to tell.
Heartaches and lost ones, yet he'll always try.
The scarecrow still loves them, bell to bell.
Each chime is a burden he'll never let lie.