i am running from my family i have slept on
damp doorsteps and am shivering
through they would have me
marry a soldier ...
and see i have knives and rope and all
you could want on the road
have mercy
kind Sir i have knocked ...
i heard the sweetest music I'm not
sure if it was feeling or music it was
far beyond me ... i have stopped here for
the night looking for my treasure he is lost in the fog ...
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