Black dog bit through the keeper?s chain Small and angry when the Devil came Sold my soul like a pocket knife There was no moon, there?ll be no milk as
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Black dog bit through the keeper?s chain Small and angry when the Devil came Sold my soul like a pocket knife There was no moon, there?ll be no milk
: Black dog bit through the keeper?s chain Small and angry when the Devil came Sold my soul like a pocket knife There was no moon, there?ll be no milk