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Black dog bit through the keeper's chain Small and angry when the Devil came Sold my soul like a pocket knife There was no moon, there'll be no milk as sweet Tomcat curled on a rabbit cage Brittle fingers in the potter's clay Sold my soul and I laid her down There was no moon, there'll be no milk as sweet Blue bird laughs on a fallen tree Sunset burns on a quiet sea Sold my soul and they ran me down There was no moon, there'll be no milk as sweet From Letras Mania