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One day I went and took my soul
And sold it to the Devil.
For it he gave me three lumps of gold
And one small tiny pebble.

I made three shining angels from the gold
But never let them harden.
The pebble I despised and so
I threw it in the garden.

And now my three lovely angels
Burn in Hell's fat flames.
Claiming it was my fault
They started in wicked games.

While deaf and dumb I scream in dirt
Marked by no marble block.
Planted in the garden by
My great daughter of rock.