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Fitful, demonical, subdued |
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Rising of lucifer's wave |
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A silently passing of emotional replacement |
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Lounging down the avenue of piquant |
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Furiosly applying our amorous glances |
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The searchlight of the pistil |
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Compatible with my loving she hound |
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Hounds of love we were |
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Blood hounds in season |
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True we never were |
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Broken vow of charity |
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Scarlet, scarlet, scarlet silhouettes |
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Lying in her silk sheets covered in sweat |
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Scarlet, scarlet, scarlet silhouettes |
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An exhibition of luck, I slowly regret |
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Scarlet, scarlet, scarlet silhouettes |
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As my prime fills her camisole I wish we never met |
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Seeing into the eyes of the bewitched |
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All left are the scars it made |
