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In the belly of the beast and out the blow-hole, |
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To the salty sea, she's a seagull boat, |
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Floating like a dead man all the dead tend to float |
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And her ghost came in like a silent thief, |
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Heard the drop of a pin, stole my beard of bees, |
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And there's no ugly buzzing for the keeper to keep, |
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Oh lo in the distance the stallion comes, |
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And they call him Lightning for his hind-legged run, |
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Boxing his hooves at the dampening dawn |
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Come, let Lightning strike me down, |
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I'm ready as I'll ever be right now, |
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But we can't understand her with her teeth out her mouth |
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She said "Come, let Lightning strike me down, |
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I'm ready as I'll ever be right now," |
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At the sound of applause, she took a swooping bow |
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We put heavy coins on her eyelids, |
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And we clothed her fast softening breast, |
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And her children were five flaming arrows, |
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And her ashes were solemnly left |
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To the wind, down to Puerto Rico, |
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Where her father stood silent, she laughed, |
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Looking down at her firm, able body, |
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And he pulled her now close to his chest |
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He said "I know each love is a lifetime, |
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My darling, I loved you my best, |
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Please don't cry child, it's been such a long time, |
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You look like the day that I left, |
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I left, I left, I left, I left" |
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So come, let Lightning strike me down, |
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I'm ready as I'll ever be right now, |
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In the belly of the beast and out the blow-hole, Lord |