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I'd been living through days |
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Carrying no burden |
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But the shit of cattle |
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And my resignation |
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Until the sun rose crimson |
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Crept across my limbs and |
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I saw that they were earthen |
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That they decay and worsen |
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And from my ginger chest, there |
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Came the sound of thunder |
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I am not a father |
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I am not a farmer |
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I tremble to speak of it. |
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Held her in my arms and |
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Pressed her to my heart and |
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Pressed my hand o'er her lips |
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I murmured words of his love |
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I will be his baron |
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With him I have an ending |
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With him I have completion |
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And the cover of night |
