Labels:text | screenshot | display OCR: [Shared by Mark Denslow ] Three Hits Three hits to the heart son and it's poetry in motion one could send you down the river three's a strange way to be delivered would you trade your words for freedom that's a barter for a blind man three hits to the heart son poetry in motion are you levee'd like a treasure only words can help me find you and this world's a fickle measure i would painfully remind you from a wise man to a red hand you lay covered in our best sins three hits to the heart son poetry in motion well i dream you constant stranger with your best bloods and your anger you say mother would you claim me my beloved do you blame me well the first two might release you but the last one sings in me son three hits to the heart son poetry in motion dedicated to the memory of a great poe ...
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