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The Plague
Oh, a great death, it came
In the very darkest of nights
It swept over the wheat fields
And slowly took its first blight
How this very path was paved
All the lovely flowered fields
And every village the night saw
Death took over valleys and hills
It passed over all of the living
Even livestock, they all fell ill
Babes, the women, men alike
Never seeming to have its fill
All the men in their work stations
And the families in their homes
They all took a fever and ached
Great bursting boils were grown
They will die at mass, I had feared
And I’m sure they will all pass together
If you’re lucky, you won’t have to watch
As their skin blackens and feathers
A sweeping plague took millions
And we’re all still playing our part
This same death still takes you
But it is a plague of the hearts
In the very darkest of nights
It swept over the wheat fields
And slowly took its first blight
How this very path was paved
All the lovely flowered fields
And every village the night saw
Death took over valleys and hills
It passed over all of the living
Even livestock, they all fell ill
Babes, the women, men alike
Never seeming to have its fill
All the men in their work stations
And the families in their homes
They all took a fever and ached
Great bursting boils were grown
They will die at mass, I had feared
And I’m sure they will all pass together
If you’re lucky, you won’t have to watch
As their skin blackens and feathers
A sweeping plague took millions
And we’re all still playing our part
This same death still takes you
But it is a plague of the hearts
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