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Great-Grandmother read the leaves |
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And said that you'd love me |
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"The Long Forgotten Friend" open to page forty-three |
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Abraxacatabax bless me and thee |
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On Christ's grave grow three flowers |
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Which bloom at every hour; |
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The first is for the kind; |
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The second calls the rule; |
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The third heals all the bleeding and the wounds |
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We've forbade Old Trotter Head |
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From home and bedstead |
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And bound him to the fence that binds the rolling hills |
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I see your heart and star shine in our will |
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You were born under a sign: |
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A hex drawn so divine |
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In purpose and meaning, by hands as old as time |
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You're the heart and star scribed in those lines |
