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That lonely girl Picking Cotton afield Which the bible carrying Crooked man Brainwashed her parents That she is possessed: In her lives some a thousand and one spirits. She isn't the same anymore The spirits are gone, With them;her hymen At thirteen; her Innocence gone. And the Bible man mounts his pulpit Same way he mounted her This time to invoke death on me For telling tales.

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