MARY BELLE
Bring me eggs and bring me cotton - just
about the time, Mary Belle. Out back, the
troops are coming up the hill and I know
they know my name. Find me something
to hide me. Don't tell them of my name.
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I see the smoke upon the ridge - it's thick
and it's lethal. Smokestack. Campfire.
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Everything is around here : the ghosts are in
the trees and the cabins have persistence. We've
been settled here since 1763, and we don't
deserve to be forced to leave.
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