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They hung the man today. They say he hung the moon he alit a glowing orb dangled it from a star. They hung a man today. They say they hung the man who ***** the women and stole the children But, they say he owns the moon. They hung the stars themselves, painted every one. But he hung the moon they say the moon's face is his own. They hung his life on a rope, his life was but a strand, they say. The moon and stars dropped tears of light That’s why we no longer see a one. They hung the man. They say They say They say he's in the moon
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Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 8:58 PM UTC
The Lynching
They hung the man today. They say he hung the moon he alit a glowing orb dangled it from a star. They hung a man today. They say they hung the man who ***** the women and stole the children But, they say he owns the moon. They hung the stars themselves, painted every one. But he hung the moon they say the moon's face is his own. They hung his life on a rope, his life was but a strand, they say. The moon and stars dropped tears of light That’s why we no longer see a one. They hung the man. They say They say They say he's in the moon
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Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 8:58 PM UTC
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