The sun was tired and the sky was grey
Hot winds had blown throughout the day
They all had faces but there was no cry
The air was humid but the eyes were dry
"The old man with the torch
is lying dead on the porch"
said the boy from the slime
"n it is the fourteenth time"
They came down and there they stood
all heads covered in one white hood
And threw the body into the cold water
and brought the cows for the slaughter
They went back home with the setting sun
and started preparing for next day's fun
No one cared, forgot what they had seen
"We'll think about it when it is fifteen"
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