'preacher, o preacher what can you do to take me away from this place?? anywhere but here. anywhere but where the deer and the antelope play.' All hail the black clouds from the south making its way to your house. the wild horses wouldn't take me away. I'll stay.
'preacher, o preacher i got it worse than the others.. no virgin blood on my door. My babies are sleeping.. they're sleeping so silent.. o preacher wont you take them away??'
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