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All of the falling on the groundholder in ground |
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I lay down a shrineand |
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I come with the autumn to tear it downorange and brownand |
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I lay a soft downfor all the waiting old and thinebrethren bathing bones and brineseparate your light from minemultiply |
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Under the spell of full |
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November moonlight on the broomfrost in my roomin through a window came a ghost |
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I knewoh she paid me a visit while |
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I was in my bedsleepy, she said,"sleep as though deadfor in the morning you are called"is what she said |
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To the high desert all is ragingyou must go to the battlefieldand follow the cry of men rampagingand gather the ones that won't heal |
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Down through a cloud of smoketo the promised landmany are deadriver runs redfor my god and for my kingis what he said |
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Oh I came down to my kneeswith my lips to his earmy hand to his chesthis wounded breastfor my god and for my king |
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I will not rest |
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But in the high desertyou are dyingfor your god and his ghost and the sondo not hold to the earthon which you are lyingfor the kingdom can never be won |
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All of the falling on the groundholder in ground |
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I lay down a shrineand |
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I come with the autumn to tear it downorange and brownand |
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I lay a soft downfor all the waiting old and thinebrethren bathing bones and brineseparate your light from minelet go of the earth |
