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# The Damndest of Apples
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(To the tune of https://annaandelizabeth.bandcamp.com/track/ripest-of-apples)
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Come my friends and dear companions
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Come and board our loss with me
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For we have lost our own very birthright
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Clothed in mourning we ought be
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When I'm asleep I'm dreaming about Him
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When I'm awake I take no rest
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Must we cross death's dark chasm
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To see the one who loves us best?
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That serpent's eyes were beady and black
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Scales as green as the damndest grass
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He tempted us though we did not lack
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The fiery sword we now must pass
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When I'm asleep I'm dreaming about Him
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When I'm awake I take no rest
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Must we cross death's dark chasm
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To see the one who loves us best?
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I wish that we had never seen him
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Never pointed out that red fruit
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For now he lurks in every man's body
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Prying our hearts and minds from truth
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When I'm asleep I'm dreaming about Him
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When I'm awake I take no rest
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Must we cross death's dark chasm
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To see the one who loves us best?
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But the second triune doth condescended
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A new Adam, a new shoot
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Unto Him may we be grafted
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For from Him comes truest fruit |