| As a rot to rape the spring sown seed
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| A plague sprang forth off his tracks
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| Churns ran red when cows milked blood
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| And famine cracked poor backs
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| Who would hear a lament sad
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| Under bright blue sky
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| That’s sung in hovels dark and low
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| With eyes too weak to cry, cry, cry
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| But horror be the nightfall’s gloom
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| For the man upon the road, man upon the road
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| When moon doth laugh at worthless lives
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| Twice hard for all promise showed
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| Empty stare upon his face
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| Nine fathoms deep
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| He set upon the road again
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| On ground that bears no seed
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| Ground that bears no seed
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| But horror be the nightfall’s gloom
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| For the man upon the road, man upon the road
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| When moon doth laugh at worthless lives
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| Twice hard for all promise showed, promise showed
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| Promise showed, promise showed, promise showed |