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Slow to Bleed Fair Son

I Must Go in Now For the Fog is Rising

Her Blacks Crackle and Drag

To Fear of Death, I Eat the Stars

My Eyes Filled and Then Closed on the Last of Childhood Tears

I Want Nothing but Death

I See the Black Light

Do you Hear the Rain

Lord Help My Poor Soul

I Hear The Train A-Comin