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They might have burned but the priests were all taking turns

 showing nuns what they had discerned about their bodies in the dark

They carried on from the evening until the dawn

 like they should have been all along making harmless sparks

 instead of breaking little boys' hearts

 And God knows, if you noticed the millions of small holes

 And ponder the weight of an apple Compared to the trouble we're in

 Then a grown man might, be tempted to question his birthright

 In front of his kids and devout wife Causing the doubt to begin,

 To spread like original sin