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large/1281/my_madonna_librivox_64kb_mp3/my_madonna_service_sv_64kb
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My Madonna I haled me a woman from the street, Shameless, but, oh, so fair! I bade her sit in the model's seat And I painted her sitting there. MY MADONNA I HALED ME A WOMAN FROM THE STREET SHAMELESS BUT OH SO FAIR I BADE HER SIT IN THE MODEL'S SEAT AND I PAINTED HER SITTING THERE
 cheeks, and I don't know why; And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky. I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear; But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near; I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside. I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked";. . . then the door I opened wide. And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar; And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door. It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm -- Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm." There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee.  MY MADONNA BY ROBERT SERVICE READ FOR LIEBERVOX DATOORK BY SQUIDWASHLOKHOVA FOUNDAT FRISCO DASH SQUID DOT BLAG SPOT DAT COME
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