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Malice from Moon 5

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Hang in the sky, hang in the sky! 

While your pale lids tremble and I, 

Your Executioner, will light 

A cigar not knowing the brand. 

 

I raise my cup to thirsty lips, 

I am an old-fashioned ghost. 

This wreckage that you see can drift, 

From place to place without concern. 

 

A ping-pong ball over Battlefield Earth, 

The lighthouse at the river-mouth; 

A willow-wisp goes forth to deceive, 

Down this staircase lies tomorrow. 

 

His feet are still above your head, 

He was another Necromancer. 

Hang in the sky, hang in the sky! 

Moon-shaker of Never Flying. 

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