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Mama, there’s a whispering through the poplar trees. Their amber tears know whose hands are these that wander and squander their greatest deeds. Mama, there’s a whispering through the poplar trees. ‘Cause these roads are mine alone to choose. My heart is mine to find or lose. I’m not your bastard son as I’ll prove before I’m done. With a knowing eye I stare up at the sun. Father, just one thing of you I’d ask. Could you forsake to me your holy task? No, no, no, no, my resolve is held fast. Father, just one thing of you I’d ask. And when they bury me someday everyone will say, “though greatly he did fail, even greater is the tale that he dared to tell as he fell headfirst to hell.” ‘Cause we’re gonna burn. I want it all. Mama, don’t worry I ain’t got no wounds to dress. Father, believe me I did my best.

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from Dear Dionysus, Sweet Aphrodite, released September 10, 2013

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