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( Cohen )

The door it slowly,
My he came in,
I was years old.
And he so tall above me,
His blue eyes were shining
And his was very cold.
He said, "i've had a
And you I'm strong and holy,
I do what i've been told."
So he up the mountain,
I was running, he was walking,
And his axe was of gold.
Well, the trees got much smaller,
The a lady's mirror,
We to drink some wine.
Then he the bottle over.
Broke a minute
And he put his on mine.
I saw an eagle
But it might have a vulture,
I could decide.
my father built an altar,
He looked behind his shoulder,
He knew I not hide.

You who build altars now
To these children,
You not do it anymore.
A is not a vision
And you never been tempted
By a or a god.
You who stand above now,
Your blunt and bloody,
You were not before,
When I lay upon a
And my father's hand was
the beauty of the word.

And if you call me now,
me if I inquire,
"Just to whose plan?"
When it all down to dust
I will you if I must,
I will you if I can.
it all comes down to dust
I help you if I must,
I kill you if I can.
And on our uniform,
Man of or man of war,
The peacock his fan.