| That cry was a bellowing cry
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| Up came the sails and down went the sigh
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| That cry was a deafening cry
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| A note unbroken by the lay or lie
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| Out to the east and out to the west
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| Cried out more until they cried out less
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| That cry was a bellowing cry
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| That sound was an ocean of sound
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| A liquid salt over water and ground
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| That sound was a tide of sound
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| The washed up mud on a burial mound
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| Out to the north and out to the south
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| Words are like pearls from a gilded mouth
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| That sound was an ocean of sound
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| So raise up your voice and shout
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| Shout til the crying is out
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| Raise up your voice and shout
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| Shout til the devil is out
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| People cry and people sing
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| These are the words we tell
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| These are the words we bring
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| That shout was the flame of a shout
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| The burnt up ashes in the dust of a drought
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| That shout was a fireball shout
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| The blackened trace from the battle and rout
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| Out to the east and out to the west
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| Cried out more until they cried out less
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| That shout was the flame of a shout
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| That wail was a piercing wail
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| The cold dry snap of descending hail
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| That wail was the peak of a wail
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| The very last step on an endless trail
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| Out to the north and out to the south
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| Words are like pearls from a gilded mouth
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| That wail was a piercing wail
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| So raise up your voice and shout
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| Shout til the crying is out
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| Raise up your voice and shout
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| Shout til the devil is out
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| People cry and people sing
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| These are the words we tell
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| These are the words we bring |