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Death Fugue

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 Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown
we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night
we drink it and drink it
we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined
A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents
 he writes
he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden
 hair Margarete
he writes it ans steps out of doors and the stars are
 flashing he whistles his pack out
he whistles his Jews out in earth has them dig for a
 grave
he commands us strike up for the dance

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you in the morning at noon we drink you at
 sundown
we drink and we drink you
A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents
 he writes
he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair
 Margarete
your ashen hair Sulamith we dig a grave in the breezes
 there one lies unconfined

He calls out jab deeper into the earth you lot you
 others sing now and play
he grabs at teh iron in his belt he waves it his
 eyes are blue
jab deper you lot with your spades you others play
 on for the dance

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at at noon in the morning we drink you
 at sundown
we drink and we drink you
a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Sulamith he plays with the serpents
He calls out more sweetly play death death is a master
 from Germany
he calls out more darkly now stroke your strings then
 as smoke you will rise into air
then a grave you will have in the clouds there one
 lies unconfined

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night
we drink you at noon death is a master from Germany
we drink you at sundown and in the morning we drink
 and we drink you
death is a master from Germany his eyes are blue
he strikes you with leaden bullets his aim is true
a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete
he sets his pack on to us he grants us a grave in
 the air
He plays with the serpents and daydreams death is
 a master from Germany

your golden hair Margarete
your ashen hair Shulamith

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