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Mama started goin’ gray some years ago. Her body’s breakin’, or so she tells me All damn night and all damn day as she cries. I’ve got to agree; she never used to Cry her eyes and ears off all the damn time.
Concealed and dark is the Magistrate of Heaven As it winds down a relentless shimmering staircase On the Chariot, bound by a mound of Earth Racing toward a sufferer, heads faced toward death.