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when i think about it I see each man rise up and say to themselves every morning, and each

night... They Shall Pry My Life From Me By My Dead Hands Gripping Their Necks ...light

every light the same every night that passes by like this does to rise and fall again in vernal

all of time never once SPRING washed away in the moment held

Boy You Better Understand That Hood Was Iron Hot

in a vision of ten prisms Death Holds Time, All Of Time in the vision of a prism held

by a living hand skeleton beneath the cloak stitched up from the holy raiment

ran all over the place the painted drips of the portrait of the mask white from the mirror

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never was there such a hand beneath the sin play to the part of the devil's grinning twas there such a death as to it


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