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• Artiste: Pierce Pettis
• Titre: Absalom, Absalom
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Come and spear me with the branches of that tree Hyssoped it to innocent blood to make me clean Let an old man's broken bones once more rejoice Oh Absalom, you were my little boy Absalom, Absalom My son, my son, my son Caught in the tangles of deceit Hanging lifeless from that tree Absalom, Absalom My son, my son, my son Caught in the tangles of your hair Fruit of my own sins to bear Oh Absalom Your were the laughing boy who danced upon my knee You learned to play the harp and use the shepherd's sling Always watching, my impressionable son Oh, Absalom, what have I done? You were watching when I took a good man's wife Gave the order for his murder just to cover up the crime All the vanity, cruel arrogance in me Oh Absalom, you learned it all from me Absalom, Absalom My son, my son, my son Caught in the tangles of deceit Hanging lifeless from that tree Absalom, Absalom My son, my son, my son Caught in the tangles of your hair Fruit of my own sins to bear Oh Absalom