| Dreamless sleep will fall like a deep, poisoned well
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| On the steeple birds and this red-light hotel
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| So lay your pistol down, Granny
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| The company men never came to you
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| But don’t unknit your brow, Granny
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| The mice in the yard ate the potted plants you grew
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| Pour your bitter tea for our sweet, liquored host
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| Perfect polished stones but this breeze beats you both
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| So lay your pistol down, Granny
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| The duty of men never fell to you
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| When you unknit your brow, Granny
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| Your friends, they are jewels, twice as beautiful and few |