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                       [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 poet, frank stanford       
                                                                         
                     Copyrite (c) 1992 - Amy Ray                         
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