Seven, Seven, Seven
How do you get to heaven?
7's the magic number
What's up with the number seven?
As I fly high above
Over fields across the Styx
I see all my demons gathering
And practicing their tricks
With the seven upheld candles
And seven smothered wicks
I'm reminded, I'm reminded
How at times like this
I am frightened, very frightened
by the number
six
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