| I saw prayers being made with
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| Plastic rosaries
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| Carpets laid
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| No thought for furniture
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| All the dogs are lying down
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| All the dogs are lying
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| All the dogs are lying down
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| All the dogs are lying
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| As I crept 'way with cracking bones
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| The steeple rose the way unknown
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| The steeple has set me down
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| I listen to the furnished ground
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| She said soft things, said, «One who lay»
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| I turn to see the one turned gray
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| An ash burnt brim with nought he wept
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| But to the ground my ear had bent
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| Said softer things and as hath I
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| The while my horse had run a mile
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| And lying in the black I wept
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| For ne’er a lad so wayward crept
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| Listening hard I felt too young
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| The wayward saw with older tongues
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| Screws on screws on left down lip
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| I’ll burn my day, rue my night
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| Lost in the battle and found in the fight
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| Three bought flash tame
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| Jump up sick flames
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| One left and one gone
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| Nine left and I’m gone
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| I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone
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| I saw prayers being made with, plastic rosaries
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| Carpets laid, no thought for furniture
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| All the dogs are lying down
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| All the dogs are lying
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| All the dogs are lying down
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| All the dogs are lying |