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A sickroom hush, a holiday glow |
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Whither thou goest |
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I will go |
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Whither thou wish inside, |
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We will follow |
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It is to be on one thing only |
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On the road to |
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God knows where |
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Some are happy, some are late and |
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Those wish death upon themselves |
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Here is law, it is spoken in a growl choked |
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Her paws have strayed in her sleeve |
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And in my mouth her cloak |
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The claws swift deny themselves a shallowness |
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Which recalled the television or the room alone |
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In which they preened unmoving fours |
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My loving tongue |
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Convolutions may arise |
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The skull is echoing with webs |
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And the third wave flushed the thing out |
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Everybody jump and shout |
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Scream my name above the din, |
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Above the engine's carnal din |
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Above the calves who bleed their lungs out |
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Baa baa, moo moo, baa baa baa |
