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Dreamless sleep will fall like a deep, poisoned well |
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On the steeple birds and this red-light hotel |
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So lay your pistol down, Granny |
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The company men never came to you |
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But don't unknit your brow, Granny |
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The mice in the yard ate the potted plants you grew |
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Pour your bitter tea for our sweet, liquored host |
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Perfect polished stones but this breeze beats you both |
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So lay your pistol down, Granny |
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The duty of men never fell to you |
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When you unknit your brow, Granny |
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Your friends, they are jewels, twice as beautiful and few |
