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Come and spear me with the branches of that treeHyssoped it to innocent blood to make me cleanLet an old man's broken bones once more rejoiceOh Absalom, you were my little boyAbsalom, AbsalomMy son, my son, my sonCaught in the tangles of deceitHanging lifeless from that treeAbsalom, AbsalomMy son, my son, my sonCaught in the tangles of your hairFruit of my own sins to bearOh AbsalomYour were the laughing boy who danced upon my kneeYou learned to play the harp and use the shepherd's slingAlways watching, my impressionable sonOh, Absalom, what have I done?You were watching when I took a good man's wifeGave the order for his murder just to cover up the crimeAll the vanity, cruel arrogance in meOh Absalom, you learned it all from meLetras de cancionesAbsalom, AbsalomMy son, my son, my sonCaught in the tangles of deceitHanging lifeless from that treeAbsalom, AbsalomMy son, my son, my sonCaught in the tangles of your hairFruit of my own sins to bearOh Absalom From Letras Mania