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I had all and then most of you;
Some and now none of you.
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to hunt a witch they gather
the pleasure-fiends grappling your insides;
the pleasure-fiends grappling your insides;
as friends and lovers and parrots they disguise.
"she spoke too freely but said very little" -
"she always woke up with a start, and never slept soundly"
"oh look there she comes, emotions up her sleeves
unkempt hair and loose clothes,
how do you let her walk free?"
"she spoke too freely but said very little" -
"she always woke up with a start, and never slept soundly"
"oh look there she comes, emotions up her sleeves
unkempt hair and loose clothes,
how do you let her walk free?"
a book in her bag, a song on her lips
a spring in her steps she strutted by;
"she did not even look, that self-conceited bitch;
you are right my friend she indeed is a witch. "
the harp flew a 100 yards,
struck her on her spine
she fell on the spot, covered in her blood
the winds picked up her song.
she was a dreamer dreaming of a lullaby;
a spring in her steps she strutted by;
"she did not even look, that self-conceited bitch;
you are right my friend she indeed is a witch. "
the harp flew a 100 yards,
struck her on her spine
she fell on the spot, covered in her blood
the winds picked up her song.
she was a dreamer dreaming of a lullaby;
an insomniac up until the crack of dawn.
