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You're a swine and I'm saying that's an insult to the pig
In the foul furrow that you dig
Why don't you lay your head down
In that unconsecrated ground
WAS she your MOTHER?
Or WAS she your bride
To defile and to blister
To gnaw at her side
Is this the end of the world?
Now that you've finished your life
This RIDDLE is the work of my little pen-knife
You're a swine and I'm saying that's an insult to the pig    In the foul furrow that you dig    Why don't you lay your head down    In that unconsecrated ground    WAS she your MOTHER?    Or WAS she your bride    To defile and to blister    To gnaw at her side    Is this the end of the world?    Now that you've finished your life    This RIDDLE is the work of my little pen-knife
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