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The Dream
It came in a dream
my face all blue
she saw my death
somehow she new
stay home this night
she begged of me
but a young girl wants to be free
the knife plunged in deep
I recalled her words and began to weep
stay home this night she begged of me
but a young girl wants to be free
the rope around me
I did not struggle
for I knew my fate
should have listened to my mother
but now it's much too late
I close my eyes and wait to die
and finally fall asleep
I wake to hear the end of her prayer
"I pray the Lord your soul to keep"
I open my eyes
I am not dead
Mom has a wash cloth on my head
You have a fever
It's pretty high
try to sleep she says with a sigh
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