| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - guardian of the crossroads,scatters our minds into four directions:We are stranded in our nightmares to the northWe look for rum and tobacco to the southTo the east we tie a red string to bargain with the spiritsWhile in the west our senses are enhanced by fear.And now we beg Baron Samedi, lord of the grave,guide us to the afterlife,so that we might find some peace.
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