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Through green and villages they sped along the little roads The peasants and shouted as they hurried by Jesus called out to every one, "Don't that we are leaving They only tried to us with guns, we shall return"
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The people and shouted And they ran along a while Then stood and Their hands were restless and
The body of Jesus was in the That they up before it reached the plane The priest was proud to him For there was of him remaining in the afternoon
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There is no one who can you The you should be on They tell you, they can show you And then they are gone
The smell of oil and incense fill the room in this hut on the table lies the body of a man His face is and young, his beard is dark and curled Pennies hold his from the evening light
People from the village those who him, those who killed him Stand inside the door, hands are restless and empty watch the priest make silent crosses in the air And pray to God inside hearts for their own souls
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