| Organ Grinder’s Henchmen Shaking Their Coins In Time-
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| «Guild Of Mute Assassins Will Convene At A Quarter To Nine.»
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| Behind The Court House Atop A Scaffold Stands A Man With A Bag For A Face,
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| «You Will Not Have Learned Until I Return To Give My Executioner The Chase.»
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| The Swinging Of Its Censers, The Silence Of Its Members
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| Oh, The Guild Of Mute Assassins
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| From The Places In-Between That Are So Seldom Seen
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| Oh, The Guild Of Mute Assassins.
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| Widow In The Furrow With Thimbles Hasn’t Seen Her Face In Years
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| Kneels Into A Puddled Reflection To Find It Is Just As She’s Feared.
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| In The Garden The Archangel, Sword Above His Head,
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| «You Will Not Return Until You Have Learned What You’ve Forfeited.»
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| The Swinging Of Its Censers, The Silence Of Its Members
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| Oh, The Guild Of Mute Assassins
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| From The Places In-Between That Are So Seldom Seen
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| Oh, The Guild Of Mute Assassins.
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| Baby On A Threshold With Silver. |
| Breath Rises From Its Lips
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| Beam Of Yellow Light From A Doorway And The Figure Of A Silhouette.
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| In The Cradle A Wood Stiletto Rattles Like A Barrel Of Bones.
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| Another Journeyman With Passion Silently Recites The Oath.
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| The Swinging Of Its Censers, The Silence Of Its Members
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| Oh, The Guild Of Mute Assassins
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| From The Places In-Between That Are So Seldom Seen
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| Oh, The Guild Of Mute Assassins. |