A simple tale of rich to rags
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But one that often comes to mind
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The seer that looked into the mirror
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And left his sleeping wife behind
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I said goodnight Sir John Dee
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Well light is a medicine to all of us
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With which we feed the silver lamb
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That walks beside the wolf of the trinity
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They say her teeth are made of sand
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I said goodnight John Dee
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Goodnight
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A lantern swinging like a pendulum
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The shape of your smile's shadow appears
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To invoke the worst I reached into my purse
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And I took out the shew-stone gently
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And I said goodnight well goodnight John Dee
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Goodnight well goodnight John Dee
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Goodnight goodnight John Dee
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Goodnight
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GOODNIGHT JOHN DEE
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| Grant Lee Buffalo |
