Traditional: Missa pro defunctis: Introitus "Requiem aeternam"
de Andrew Bird
You've been away for such a long long time 
Gone from the brickyard, gone from the mine 
All these unfamiliar places used to find your measured paces 
Now it's all arriving, now it's all just fine 
I thought perhaps we could sit down for tea 
Nein, was the cold reply of Frau ecstasy 
Sitting on a mossy stump, among all the bottles drunk, breathe cold against the air 
Oh I smell your ragweed hair, smoked to the bone, soaked to the bone I'm all alone, poor me 
I thought perhaps we could sit down for tea 
Nein, was the cold reply of Frau ecstasy 
Hey, who's that old man in the overalls, 
His cows lick the ice from off the stable walls 
Hey, who's that old man in the overalls, 
His cows licked the ice from off the stable walls
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                        Eight
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