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We found your name across the chapel door, carved in cursive with a table fork
Muddy hymnals and some boot marks where you'd been
The shaking preacher told the captain's man the righteous suffer in a fallen land
And pulled the shade to keep the crowd from peeking in
We found your children by the tavern door with wooden buttons and an apple core
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