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The morning sun is rising turning darkened sky to grey
In the yard people are gathering every one real proud and gay
They yell to house in one big voice c'mon bring out the fun
Then man in black looks out and says we wait until the sun
With rising of the sun the man in black leads four in cloaks
The gathered people gleeful yell 'tis time for deadly strokes
The four look to the icy blade and fervently renounce their sin

The man in black leads four through crowd which like the Red Sea parts
And all the people joyful yell let's afterwards take out their hearts
You may the man in black then says but you must wait your turn
For 'tis my job to take their lives and send them on their way to burn
The people yell then get it done the blade's a-shine with thirst
Then they all merrily do shout when blade comes down and kills the first
The three left of the four then know that all their lives the blade will win

The second of the four enraged calls out all burn in Hell
And when the blade takes his head all the people taunt and yell
Then the third with frenzied screams the bloody blade does take
And with that death the one that's left in shoes begins to quake
The fourth is lead to blade as one just wakened from a dream
And with his bloody death the people joyful dance and scream
And so at setting of the sun four more have felt the guillotine

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