| Take Karintha, take Karintha
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| Perfect as dusk when the sun goes down
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| And take Karintha, as perfect as twilight
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| As a child able to drive both young and old wild
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| As perfect as dusk when the sun goes down
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| And remember, remember every sound
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| As often as our flowers bloom men will try and cut them down
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| Take Karintha, as sweet as spring rain
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| Run from the Cane
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| «The Smoke» curls up
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| And hangs among the trees
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| Curls up and spreads itself out
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| Weeks after Karintha returned home
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| The smoke was so heavy
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| You tasted it in water
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| Smoke is on the hills
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| O rise up, rise upward
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| Rise up, rise up
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| Pray for Becky, and pray for Becky
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| White woman gave birth to two black sons
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| Pray for Becky, her one room-shack fell to the ground
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| The two boys killed a man and had to leave town
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| White woman gave birth to two black sons
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| Pray for Becky and remember, remember the days
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| She looked to us for help and we all turned away
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| Pray for Becky, buried down near the trains
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| Deep in the Cane |