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Mylitta
Caroline Booker
Mylitta has risen
From her chrysalis prison
And the angels sing
Like an Egyptian mummy
She bathes in thistle milk and honey
And Sheba puts on her ring
With a tiger cub in hand
She strides through this land
Sucking the thorns of the thistle away
And with this thorn gone
We awake and join the song
Singing Our Lady has come home today
An Oath and a Sneeze
Caroline Booker
Coughs and sneezes brings all types of diseases,
and all sorts of unsightly things
But the blessing it brings, has the breath of spring and with it the
innocent heart sings
So I take a vow, not to you or to you and I have one final word to
say.
Bless you, achoiu, achiouuuu, adieu, adios, achiou, good day.
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