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Etheridge Knight - Cell Song
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Night Music Slanted 
Light strike the cave of sleep. I alone 
tread the red circle 
and twist the space with speech 

Come now, etheridge, don`t 
be a savior; take your words and scrape 
the sky, shake rain 

on the desert, sprinkle 
salt on the tail 
of a girl, 

can there anything 
good come out of 
prison
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