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I was the shadow of a waxwing slainI was the moonlight on a moving trainI was the center of a circle of lightI was my father's heart on a youthful nightI was a broken bat wing strewnOn a broken street, in a sunken moonI was the sound of a hunting tuneI am the sound of a hunter's tuneI was the red king in moonlit flightI was the danger in a drunken nightI was a ragged dog spoiling for a fightI saw the death ship sailing when I was fiveIt's the Devil I love, and the Devil must dieHave mercyI was a leveler, you were a thiefCry mercyI was transparent, your motives were murkyCry mercyMercyLeft an Econoline carcass in a desert graveFront right wheel splayed like a gull's wing on a tidal waveIt's who you leave behind, it's not who you saveThat you'll be judged byThat you are judged by From Letras Mania