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Gather around me and I'll tell you
a little story that will scare you,
about a girl that haunts the village, where I,
where I was born and raised.
People used to live like brothers
in the footsteps of their fathers.
But one day Miss Plague arrived and all the men
have changed their ways since then.
A man was slaughtered by his cousin,
while the sun was quietly rising.
And before the birds' first song I woke up alone,
for my wife and children were gone.
There were days when God was sleeping,
there were nights when the wind was weeping.
There were also times when the sky was black and we
thought we'd never see the sun.
I am old and God forsaken,
but my song will be awakened
and the wine soon will dance in the wooden cups, again,
like it used to do before.
I have nothing more to give you
but I have a lot to teach you.
I am not the teacher you would like to - have, I know
and all this will soon be gone.
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