.Magdalena sits in her chair>
Speaking on the mass
She talks in splice and splinters
She laughs not breaking glass
She says that she would have me
Spirit her away
Stealing all my images
Till there's nothin' left to say
Oh, Magdalena
Nothing like the saint .
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