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First there was the 'fable of the bull' told by the picador |
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Then an Orwellian raping of a virgin apple core |
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An apple core an apple core an apple |
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Core an apple core an apple |
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Next our minds were supping up the horrors that our vicious master's whip |
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Was serving us in rituals nefariously hip |
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Wickedly hip wickedly hip wickedly |
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Hip wickedly hip wickedly |
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I had to don a disguise to see her slinking down the snaking hallways to her chamber |
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But I wasn't prepared to encounter the vision |
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Of she and |
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It engaged in defiling of the sacred |
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In an instant her face became so plaintive |
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And I watched as she transformed into the |
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Black Amaranth |
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The next morning |
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I espied in a window framed in brass |
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The story of her condemnation portrayed in the stained glass |
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In the stained glass in the stained glass in the stained |
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Glass in the stained glass in the stained |
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Glass |