Malady Said Simone Letras:
Down by the old cemetary where the presidents rot,
down by the tombstones beyond the moaning gates
where the old men wait, well-dressed and
underground. Yes the black buzzards smile. Oh yes,
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the gates moan. Calling for me to rescue. They all
weep into my bones. Summer dress. Handsome smile.
Lovers lips. Ah her cure. The moans calling her to
rescue. There she is, enter Simone. I swear we're
all there. Right there, we moan, calling her to
rescue. "We pray you never leave us, our
singing somber mistress," they said.
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