No shadow No stars No moon No care November It only believes In a pile of dead leaves And a moon That`s the color of bone No prayers for November To linger longer Stick your spoon in the wall We`ll slaughter them all November has tied me To an old dead tree Get word to April To rescue me November`s cold chain Made of wet boots and rain And shiny black ravens On chimney smoke lanes November seems odd You`re my firing squad November With my hair slicked back With carrion shellac With the blood from a pheasant And the bone from a hare Tied to the branches Of a roebuck stag Left to wave in the timber Like a buck shot flag Go away you rainsnout Go away, blow your brains out November
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