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The preacher said a prayer. Save ev'ry single hair on his head. He's dead. The minister of hate had just arrived to be spared. Who cared? The weaver
Clear the battlefield and let me see All the profit from our victory. You talk of freedom, starving children poor. Are you deaf when you hear the season
People has stirred moved by the word. Kneel at the shrine, deceived by the wine. How was the earth conceived? Infinite space. Is there such a place?