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For he is Count Jefferey |
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For he is the servant of no man |
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For he casts the shadow of fear |
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For he is everywhere |
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For he rides |
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For he kicks |
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For he takes |
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For he leaves |
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For he strides down the lime groves |
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But sees only the road in front of him |
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For he has done his duty |
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You have done your duty |
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Count Jefferey |
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For he destroys |
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For he gains |
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For he takes |
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For he hates |
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And for he is the hated |
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And for when he takes his prey |
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He takes the lord's touch |
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He counteracts the power of darkness |
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For he counteracts the devil |
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Who rides so briskly about his life |
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But Jefferey you lack in spirit |
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Hey Jefferey you are lacking in spirit |
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Count Jefferey |
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For he lies |
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For he waits |
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Open eyed and granite faced |
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But what holds you from your sleep? |
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Is it the gold clocks |
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Or the nightingales you cannot hear |
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Or the famine wolves outside your walls? |
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Count Jefferey |
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The portrait gallery is laughing |
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Or is it the village babies crying? |
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As the nightmare of life come true |
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Where did you go |
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That brought you screaming with the cockerels? |
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Count Jefferey |
