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Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was set |
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Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet |
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Close the door and bar the gate, but keep the windows clean |
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God's alive inside a movie! Watch the silver screen! |
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Rum was served to all the traitors; pygmies held themselves in check |
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Bloodhounds nosed around the houses, down dark alleys sailors crept |
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Six bells struck, the pot was boiling - soup spilled out on passers-by |
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Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by God on high |
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Lightning struck out - fire and brimstone! Boiling oil and shrieking steam! |
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Darkness struck with molten fury, flashbulbs glorified the scene |
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Not a man who had a finger, not a man who could be seen |
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Nothing called (not name nor number) - Echo stormed its final scream |
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Daybreak washed with sands of gladness, rotting all it rotted clean |
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Windows peeped out on their neighbors, inside fireside bedsides gleam |
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SHALIMAR, the trumpets chorused, angels wholly all shall take |
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Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake |
