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Lime Kiln
The wound caused Tim to move very slowlyThrough the woods of East Garafraxa Two hundred miles through the deepest dark forestAnd six hundred miles cross the biggest black ocean He lived in the smokes off the flame of a candleWhich sealed the fate of a hundred old sailorsHis words poured out like drops of molassesSinging "Demon in the night who tried to resist you"GoneThere's bags of rice out by the old lime kilnDandelion and sarsaparilla Clouds of white smoke pour from the foundryThere's hearts in the orchardAnd crows in the pantryPigs in the kitchenAnd rats in the basementRain in the barrelAnd dust on the bibleThe preacher's in his black rope sad in the woodsOn fire
From Letras Mania