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Well tales be told 
Of warriors bold
and tales be told of dying
Tales be brief 
And full of grief
Some tales just might be lying 
Tales be few of the woman who slew 
The beast that lives under the sea 
The best with one eye and a hell born cry 
Who took the light from me. 
Now mother cried when a poor child died 
And father counted to three 
And we all spat up from the poisonous cup 
And we turned on the Christmas tree 
And America blessed, and all of the rest
(And the monster that's after me) 
Will never bear fangs to the master of flames 
Who took the light from me. 
Now Ollie and Sam eat tinfuls of Spam 
And we all have a murdering spree
And the woman who trained 
the butcher who brained 
That cow munching grass by the sea
Said, "Leave me alone, go back to your home! 
Leave your ribbons of merriest glee! 
Tax me no more, and get out the door! 
AND GIVE BACK MY LIGHT TO ME." 

Who Took the Light from Me?

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