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Ghost Pipe Lyrics
Am I as empty as the hollowed arteries of trees?
Milky as a moon- a tableau oft unseen.
Natheless, I divulge myself a limpid bell that tolls
a sallow song beneath the beeches; wax and blood and bone.
In the hinterlands of Zion, where God is born, I'll grow.
Milky as a moon- a tableau oft unseen.
a sallow song beneath the beeches; wax and blood and bone.
In the hinterlands of Zion, where God is born, I'll grow.
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