“Proserpina” / Martha Wainwright


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Proserpina, Proserpina, come home to momma, come home to momma
Proserpina, Proserpina, come home to mother, come home to momma now
I shall punish the Earth, I shall turn down the heat
I shall take away every morsel to eat
I shall turn every field into stone
Where I walk crying alone
Crying for Proserpina, Proserpina…

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