| Pailing well after sixteen days, a mammoth task was set
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| Sack the town, and rob the tower, and steal the alphabet
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| Close the door and bar the gate, but keep the windows clean
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| God’s alive inside a movie! |
| Watch the silver screen!
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| Rum was served to all the traitors; |
| pygmies held themselves in check
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| Bloodhounds nosed around the houses, down dark alleys sailors crept
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| Six bells struck, the pot was boiling — soup spilled out on passers-by
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| Angels mumbled incantations, closely watched by God on high
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| Lightning struck out — fire and brimstone! |
| Boiling oil and shrieking steam!
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| Darkness struck with molten fury, flashbulbs glorified the scene
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| Not a man who had a finger, not a man who could be seen
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| Nothing called (not name nor number) — Echo stormed its final scream
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| Daybreak washed with sands of gladness, rotting all it rotted clean
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| Windows peeped out on their neighbors, inside fireside bedsides gleam
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| SHALIMAR, the trumpets chorused, angels wholly all shall take
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| Those alive will meet the prophets, those at peace shall see their wake |