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I know what she said

And the witch heard what she said to

"Hold the fucking waters

And freeze the burning waters

But don't dry your clothes

The woodcutter is dead

And his girls cut instead

His ghost is seen in trees

And he put his love in tarry knees

Born between walls

Don't hold my body in pitch

My body is BORN ALL DAY LONG

Bastards born in pitch lost,

lost, through allocations

Correcting the king

The trees their limbs in the wind they swing

What portents do they bring

Hobos and songs they sing,

"We Eat Stones!"

Encapsulate the body

And emasculate the body

And hold the burning waters

The tubs of burning waters

Holiday!

The trees are bones and

Dipped in wax and burning cones

And call a celebration

The master's burnt in his burning station:

WE ARE THE STOVES!

The maid,

the fox,

the children,

the locks

And the same wretched song

Everybody sings

The woodcutter is heard to sing;

bodies born to ding

So hold my body and ding my body and

I heard what she said and

I know what she said

"I said it,

I said it,

I said it,

I said it,"

I heard what she said and

I know what she said

"I said it,

I said it,

I said it,

I said it,"

Baby's got a cold,

And the crying's getting old

The same wretched song

Clean up the bamboo

And save the world too

The same wretched song

The Same wretched song

Oh the same wretched song