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Papa died smiling Wide as the ring of a bell Gone all star white Small as a wishing well And Sodom, south Georgia Woke like a tree full of bees Buried in Christmas bows And a blanket of weeds Papa died Sunday and I understood All dead white boys say, "God is good" White tongues hang out, "God is good" Papa died while my girl Lady Edith was born Both heads fell like Eyes on a crack in the door And Sodom, south Georgia Slept on an acre of bones Slept through Christmas Slept like a bucket of snow Papa died Sunday and I understood All dead white boys say, "God is good" White tongues hang out, "God is good" From Letras Mania