| The Giant of Illinois
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| Died of a blister on his toe
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| After walking all day
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| Through the first winters' snow
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| Throwing bits of stale bread
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| to the last speckled doves
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| He never even felt,
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| his shoes fill with blood
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| Delirious with pain,
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| his bedroom walls began to glow
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| And he felt himself floating
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| up through falling snow
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| And the sky was a woman’s arms
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| And the sky was a woman’s arms
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| A boy with a clubbed foot
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| sat next to him at school
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| Once upon a summer’s day
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| they went walking through the woods
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| They spotted a sleeping swan
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| On the banks of a muddy stream
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| They stoned it with rocks
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| till it collapsed in the reeds
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| They laid out on the grass
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| full of chocolate and lemonade
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| And underneath it all
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| the Giant was afraid
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| And the sky was a woman’s arms
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| Oh, the sky was a woman’s arms
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| And the sky was a woman’s arms. |