.I can't sing for my supper any more so don't measure me by the company I keep working for take this world off of me I don't need it any more it's a broken reed I can't suck enough air out of here but when I am walking when I lay down by the riverside when the grain is whole and holy and I'm not slivered any more when I invoke the name of Lugus and the harvest comes the blind think all is well I'm here to tell you all is not well and the change that's needed is tapping on my shoulder so don't ask me to sing for my supper take this world off of me I can't stay here any more
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