| Cypress, lead, and elm
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| Your lock three feet four feet eight feet four
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| Anyway-have you heard the dust
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| Scratching your name
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| Whilst the birds are sweetly singing?
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| Suspect the Stars will eat your name?
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| Draw jokes on doom of planets
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| Whilst the birds are slowly singing
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| Whilst you shine Cats in the snow
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| Through my WindowCrack they swirl
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| And the Light is bright around their paws
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| At the rest of bed they sleep
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| And the Light is bright around their eyes
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| And they soar on kitten wings lidless
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| And their joy is bright Light in heart
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| Did I glimpse MESSIAH seeking donkey?
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| When the knife born near my heart
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| Behind polite kindness king
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| Cain moves our jaws
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| Cain is tongue in our mouth
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| Our hands stretch link with Cain’s tendons
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| And behind the skin covering slow bones
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| Is the mask and mark of Abel’s brother
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| By all the rivers we shall doze
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| Dust storm and bone storm
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| TwiLit skies the birds are sadly singing
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| For hopeless Queen and hopeless King
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| The kettle’s on and our work is done
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| Burn those horsies
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| And the flaming horsies will
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| Flick past your eyes
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| And fear GOD
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| In the house of thousand of bones
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| Which there a thousand witches
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| Know as their home
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| Seven gates and a thousand witches
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| In every nook
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| Lay down for your appointed time
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| And hear the BirdSong singing
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| And see the birds sing
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| «Being you to ME»
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| And sing me your name
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| Prophet-prophetess-
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| And a thousand witches
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| Rise for you in the RED HOUSE
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| In the RED BARN they sing
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| And the birds are surely singing
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| In the night the children sing
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| In the market square the girl is dead
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| And by the fair the fair boy is dead
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| And the birds are slowly singing
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| By my head is writing
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| In me and through me
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| And in my head the plain is burning
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| Softly sweetly sing the birds
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| There’s flame in the trees
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| And fire in the salt |