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Drink from the chalice of death The bewitching force of the cloven hoof Syphons the breath and soul Dragged through the hissing marshes And into the deep
In a shed by the road where the marshes run low And the wild willow knows your name And where all acquaintances must forgo For the sake of staying
the days near Up in the loop above the sun fall The clearings and marshes that were fenced thru Delivered in youth along bent inroads Woods in The head No
the hours In the cold rainy marshes If the young men were squirrels With high bushy tails I'd fill up my shotgun With rock salt and nails. Now I lie in
He lives in an old lighthouse on the Essex marshes, caring for the wild birds. Rhayader He lives in an old lighthouse on the Essex marshes
Young girl on the marshes She will not be swayed by fear Feels the darkness descending Then feels the daylight drawing near When the synthesizers'
Just stepped out of the marshes Grab my zute and spark it No I don't wanna pass it Have a girl lying on the floor like carpet Keep your plants far
the marshes As I'm climbing over bodies Of the past I thought I buried Always popping up to haunt me The ground it turns to mud And then the mud right into
No wind in this cursed place blows nothing stirs beneath the evergray sky a cold that chills the heart and the bone in these marshes you will forever
shawty keep on barking, it's gettin' critical I keep it bumping from the basement Out the living room Straight to the marshes, I'm Martian I'm jumping in
To the land of the marshes Lay to rest on the darkened night Volquin their master To the order of brothers of thy sword The supreme duke Vykintas
way instead? Pick your way through the marshes And jump clear of the ashes As smoke climbs into sky Like a million nights Blazing sparks fly by Through
We wandered through the marshes Mountains looming overhead You bore a burden behind your eyes I'd never understand The distant city splendor Halls
will be long 'ere the marshes resume. It will be long'ere the earliest bird. So close the windows and not hear the wind, But see all wind stirred. It
A hunter was in pursuit of his prey Through the marshes he was stalking the bear The tracks led into a hole in the ground were he faced the beast was
Marshes and cat-tails and red-winged blackbirds Summers that lasted forever and a day Windrows and fence-lines and fields full of good times
if this thing will last I wanna ride through the marshes There's things I should do I wanna ride through the marshes but Without you On a raft
Transparent babies we walk like men Across the marshes and back again We seek a different view A world that's fresh and new We wait together
the meshes Stuck in the marshes And only time, time, time marches on From Full Frontal Fridays To Flashback Ruby Tuesdays Same old picture in a brand new
In the land of San Domingo Lived a girl called Oh By Jingo From the fields and from the marshes Came the young and oh by goshes They all spoke with
Torch girl of the marshes Her kiss is a whip of the moon Dawn's damsels are dancing To the hum of her sunny young tune. Gems hemmed in
the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies were thrushes, I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes. If the ladies were squirrels with them high
to sing, Too lonely to cry. If you ladies were blackbirds And you ladies were thrushes, I'd lie there for hours In them cold chilly marshes. But if
an amphibian!" Then he slowly swam towards the shallow waters and Marshes of the shore and one day he felt the ground Beneath his feet. there he gathered his wits,
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