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It
Who no longer can listen
It
Saw a gusty wind

Come up to listen
Before I was ten
and all of the evil grids
From a hill where rats consider

And they gang
And they topple
And they send a smoke ring
Into the onion field
A ghost!
And this can make you choke
Coming from the throat
Of a ghost!

And sent to my weak knees
From a voice plantation
All in together
In terror
It   Who no longer can listen   It   Saw a gusty wind      Come up to listen   Before I was ten   and all of the evil grids   From a hill where rats consider      And they gang   And they topple   And they send a smoke ring   Into the onion field   A ghost!   And this can make you choke   Coming from the throat   Of a ghost!      And sent to my weak knees   From a voice plantation   All in together   In terror