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It used to be a church on the isle of Atlantis Mr. Chilk hurts, it was all just a fantasy One dream in the brain of a beast used for labor One beam in the house for a girl-dream to savor A wild eyed companion with roots in the sky One trips through that house That uplifting, dangerous, horrible house Where oxen go Where oxen die "A hole opens up in the ground beneath it"
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