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SUPERSTITION
Protect me from evil wherever I go
From darkness that lingers, beneath sodden snow
From vampires, demons, spirits from hell
The small drowned child, that plays in the well
Protect me from smiles, where insanity hides
Let me not hear the sobbing, of ghostly white brides
Let not a black cat cross my front path
Let me not wake our aunty who drowned in our bath
When some loathsome traveller walks by the site
Where I shall be buried on a new winter's night
Then let me not shiver with unseen premonition
Protect me in the clutches, of mad superstition. |
