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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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