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I saw prayers being made with, plastic rosaries.
Carpets laid, no thought for furniture.

All the dogs are lying down,
All the dogs are lying.
All the dogs are lying down,
All the dogs are lying.

As I ?? way with cracking bones,
The steeple rose the way I know.
The steeple ?? has set me down.
I listen to the furnished ground.

She said soft things, said, "One who lay,
Ought turn to see the one turn gray.
An ash ?? brimmed with nought he wept,
And to the ground my ear had bent.

Say softer things and as ath I,
The while my horse had run a mile.
And lying in the black I wept,
For ne'er a lad so wayward crept.

Listening hard I felt too young,
The wayward saw with older tongues.

Screws on screws on left down lip,
I'll burn my day, rue my night,
Lost in the battle and found in the fight.

Three bought flash tame,
Jump up sick flames,
One left and one gone,
Nine left and I'm gone.
I'm gone. I'm gone. I'm gone.

I saw prayers being made with, plastic rosaries.
Carpets laid, no thought for furniture.

All the dogs are lying down,
All the dogs are lying.
All the dogs are lying down,
All the dogs are lying.

I saw prayers being made with, plastic rosaries.
Carpets laid, no thought for furniture.