She Oils It At Night
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James McLain
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And upward eagles fly as the falcon
Arrows down from the sky.
She oils it at night it is light as
The sun begins it's morning climb.
Though at night her hands are slick
She oils it at night.
As the eruption of the volcano every night
Spews out ash
And all the time that I have missed due to
Sleep.
Being oiled every night the room is dark
And the noises that you hear you've heard before.
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