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Happy in my harvest home Walking floors with the ghost all alone Happy that I'm made of stone To grieve that I cause is my cause to a tone Now black is the color Black is my name And I used to burn it up We chased the devil away The house On fire The flame How wild Nothing To say This girl So gray I grieve I've sold My harvest My home Happy in my harvest home Walking floors with the ghost all alone Happy that I'm made of stone To grieve that I cause is my cause to a tone Now black is the color Black is my name And I used to burn it up We chased the devil away The house On fire The flame How wild Nothing To say This guy So gray I grieve I've sold My harvest My home The house On fire The flame How wild Nothing To say This guy So gray I grieve I've sold My harvest My home