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The third gatherings in the master's room
Rusty wine flows in a golden vein
The good shepherd's providence stony
Others have a wolverine with them and a tune, a tune, a blue tune
I am! visited the hanged man's house
The master's pennant is clean in the half-house
A storm that irons the home table with a stick every time
I snort blood
It's over ine in the bed of freedom
Southeast's forces run out in the northwest
Third rounders working on the decision
Almond tastes in a crystal glass
I am the rope in the hanged man's house
The master's pennant is clean in the half-house
A storm that strokes the home table with a stick
Like the truth in the fire, I fall asleep
I am the rope of the hanged man in the man's house
The master's pennant is clean in the half-house
A storm that strokes the home table with a stick every time
I snort blood