Strike me dead the track has vanished
Well what now Weve lost the way
Demons have bewitched our horses
Led us in the wilds astray
What a number Whither drift they
Whats the mournful dirge they sing
Do they hail a witchs marriage
Or a goblins burying
Pushkin
And there was one herd of many swine feeding on this mountain and they besought him that he would suffer them to
enter into them And he suffered them
Then went the devils out ...
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