No wonder
No wonder
That the curtains of the heavens
Be rent
No wonder
No wonder
That the rains rain blood
And
Rain in the steaming
Heat of a dark summer
No wonder
No wonder
Last night
The winds dropped blood
And
Dropped
Blood
Slow
Slow
Slow
Broken-hearted,
Yes,
And
Slow
Slow
Played the chord
Of the sad violin
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