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The famine’s hard, the city’s sieged

And we’ve forgotten who we need

I ate my son and I regret

But you don’t know how desperate

Oh the king, he rides the wall

When I cried his clothes he tore

Jahoram, he blamed the Lord

We saw potato sack underwear

«To kill Elisha and have his head»

Is what that wicked king had said

Elisha trusted, despite the mail

And prophesied a flour sale

Four lepers, empty camp

And they weren’t coming back

Retreated from the music

Of an army soundtrack

And then we plundered deserted tents

I sold my flour for a pence

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