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the Kirkstane Pass the winding water lay He said "Lie down, by brindled hound and rest ye, my good grey hawk And thee, my steed may graze thy fill for I must
water lay He said Lie down my brindled hound And rest ye my good gray hawk And thee my steed may graze thy fill For I must dismount and walk But come
the Cruxton Pass the winding water lay. He said "Lie down me brindled hound, and rest ye me good grey hawk, And thee, my steed, may graze thy fill, for I must
the banker's draft The farmer took out a book on some old witchcraft He made a spell and a potion on a midsummer's night He killed a brindled calf in the pale
a brindled calf in the pale moonlight He prayed to the sky, but he prayed in vain Heavy cloud, but no rain The sun won't shine till the clouds are gone
night He killed a brindled calf in the pale moonlight He prayed to the sky but he prayed in vain Heavy cloud but no rain Heavy cloud but no rain
safe under his arm His brains all down his head Oh mama, oh mama Eurydice appeared brindled in blood She said to Orpheus "If you play that fucking
safe under his arm His brains all down his head Oh mama, oh mama Eurydice appeared brindled in blood She said to Orpheus "If you play that fucking
the rotting dead His lyre tacked safe under his arm His brains all down his head O Mamma O Mamma Eurydice appeared brindled in blood And she said to Orpheus If
dreaming; no-o-oh, and so You, too, do fall into a deeper sleep A black calf sucked a brindled heifer's bag And that, be sure, shows losses; so I brought
for the brindled bureaucracy of inward negotiation Petrified by inaction, losing daylight schemes And access to gentling hues, a sense of Worthiness in
still you ask for more! (Verse as instrumental) She's a brindled terror Cut up by her claws Driven you to madness (But) you can't help adore
Something broke through the brindled soil Rattling the grass Spittin' like coal My spade came down across his spine a terrible fear flew across
the oceans in their unrest and their repose would raise the wave crest of my mind and settle it on a high serenity And the brown brindled moorland and my
patterns Churn and twist around, what matters. Where's a love to believe, to bleed, to drink to? Through your brindled smile, Poly, I still trust you.
The dog and his master are perfect companions. In the same land they live, on the same food are they fostered. The dog dips its brindled paw into the same
around, what matters Where's a love to believe, to bleed, to drink to? Through your brindled smile, Poly, I still trust you Polyserena, I'm starving to feed
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