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Heat of noon

Their black clothes hide the lights of the moon

The gift I received

rarely they give

A knot of three

on a saffron wall was waiting me

They started to sing

This their string

Hard law of fate

we’re going to say

In this world, man

you walk watchin’ back

This Rigmarole

teaches all you must know

that we must kneel, man

to the three Maids’ command

They were there to hear the cry

when the lame king became blind

Don’t use your ears

sound of their shears

snippin’ now

The first one showed how

a quest has been worked out

by the still living dead man

That in childhood was hanged

Two told the tale

The hanged child was lame

Three said this song

proved the lame man was wrong

What I thought when I sailed

is “winds of doom, I dare”

But we live in a ring, the storm has drawn it on my skin

Rape my life

A river takes me now

Two feet’s pride, morning star

Watch three feet cryin’ on