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Roger Waters:

Come back... me!

"Aye, an' a bit of mackerel!"
Settler rack and ruin.
Ran he down by the home, and my places.
Well, I slapped ma and I flopped it down in the shade
and I cried, cried cried.

The fear a fallen down had taken, never back the raise.
And then, Craig Marion, get out wi' your Claymore,

right outta a' pocket.
I ran down, down the mountain side
picking the fiery horde that was falling around my feet.

"Never! -he cried- never shall ye get me alive,
ye, rotten hound of the burnie crew!"
Well, I s_____ed fer the blade an' Claymore cut and trust.
And I feel down before him 'round his feet.
"Aye!"
A roar. He cried frae the bottom of his heart
that i would nay fall but as dead,
dead as I can be by his feet.
D'ya ken?!

And the wind cried Mary.

Thank you.

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