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And I wait for blood of and innocent man.
Be he young, be he old, be his pockets full
of gold. Be he happy or rich or wise, be the ocean as blue as his eyes.
I'll wait for his coming at
the midnight hour. I'll Pickle his soul
and make it sour. For once his innocent
heart I see, That Innocent man... Belongs to me