Sefronia shook the black cat's bone at me
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And I was only wax in the spell of fire
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Oh my coal black sister,
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When black coal burns it ripens
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She pried the whip out of her master's hand
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And lashed at her own skin
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So she'd be master, how could she know
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This was just a dream born,
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Of a new knot in the bullwhip
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Sefronia -- After Asklepiades After Kafka
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| Tim Buckley |
