| 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 |