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[00:35.52]In an open field at dusk, to footfalls I awoke
[00:42.89]Marching ants across my temples, oh
[00:49.33]Their feet had no intention
[00:52.08]They followed some magnetic drum
[00:56.05]Prisoners of their destination
[01:03.63]From the slats of the factory come
[01:06.47]Where once they did make rails
[01:09.98]Old Death's peculiar songs
[01:13.06]He didn't know I was listening
[01:18.56]So he crowed out nice and long
[01:22.07]To the spiders and the lumber and the dust
[01:27.45]Of his conquests and his hunger, and his lust
[01:34.97]I heard his feet rejoice
[01:38.33]I heard him tap his cane
[01:42.20]As if he had his own review
[01:45.83]Onstage at the Athenaeum
[01:50.85]I caught his words in my open mouth
[01:54.54]I gagged and choked and spit them out
[01:58.28]I heard him turn as he did hear
[02:01.53]My tiny heartbeat in his ear
[02:04.82]I was already running
[02:08.64]Oh, I heard him coming
[02:12.50]Shrapnel spitting from his wheels
[02:15.78]His scything arms rake for my heels
[02:19.37]I dove and rolled and hid my face
[02:22.52]And I said these magic words
[02:26.44]My dove is home, her breast is warm, my dove is home
[02:33.82]I said these magic words
[02:37.11]And fell down, down, the ant hill for days
[02:43.90]My dove is home, her breast is warm, my dove is home
[02:51.12]My dove is home, her breast is warm, my dove is home
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