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Born in sheep's blood plain and simple |
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Washed out of my mother's temple |
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All around I heard them laughing |
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As father sheep had stood there calving |
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Black they were, with white eyes gleaming |
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Right in heaven life was seeming |
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Brittle wind blew snow upon me |
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I got blanketed all white and frosty |
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In my time I grew and killed them |
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Or out of memory I willed them |
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And willed in a greater history |
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Out of massacre and mystery |
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Was no longer wealthy, woolly |
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Nor anything I could grasp fully |
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Someone rush to re-inject me |
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God of gods, won't you protect me? |
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Fixed my face and marching onward |
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Marching running ever forward |
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Buildings were a bloody vessel |
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Edging me below the trestle |
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There in coal and whitened gravel |
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I built a shield of wooden baffle |
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Inside of which I raised a fire |
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So I could tonight retire |
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Everyone will tell you it's evil to be |
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A free-thinking pecker like bonnie old me |
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But I'll flex my armies and blow out my gut |
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And prove I'll be loved by any old slut |
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Look here in my wallet, it's loaded and true |
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And now I can leave here and go and find you |
