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Now cursed be thee who would ruin our fair land |
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And cursed be thee that would seal up the wells |
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And cursed be thee that abandon the God's hands |
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And build a strange place for our people to dwell |
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Now cursed be thy breath |
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And cursed be thy breathing |
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And cursed be thy eyes |
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And cursed be thy sight |
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And cursed be thy hands |
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That have slackened the harvest |
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And closed the old ways to the joy and the light |
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Now cursed be thy name |
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All cursed and forgotten |
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All cursed beyond memory |
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Place or recall |
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And cursed be thy soul |
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Out of nothing begotten |
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Nothing to no thing |
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And nothing to all |
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Now cursed art thee |
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Who have ruined our fair land |
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And cursed art thee |
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That sealed up our wells |
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And cursed art thee |
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That abandon the God's hands |
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And have built a strange place |
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For the children to dwell |