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I became a crystal healer and my ministry was to the sickCreeping vines would send out runners and seek me in their numbersI sold self-help tapesGo down to the netherworld, plant grapesAnd as world spread of my powers they would seek me far and wideAll sad faces at my window I would welcome them insideI sewed clothes for them: cloaks and capesGo down to the netherworld, plant grapesMy house will be for all people who have nowhere to goMy supply of shining crystals a shield against the snowThere's more like me where I come from, so mark our shapesGo down to the netherworld, plant grapes Aus Songtexte Mania