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Midnight and her eyes |
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Hide like kittens, new and wet |
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Mine are sinning hands |
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On her lying on my bed |
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The river still may rise |
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Wild and water take us both |
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Mine are sinning hands |
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Take our bodies, take our clothes |
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Bloodless moonlight, may my lady |
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Give her lovely skin and bones |
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Midnight and my bride |
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Treads in distant water now |
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Mine are sinning hands |
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And my teeth have fallen out |
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The river still may rise |
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Though it took more than it gave |
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Mine are sinning hands |
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On a broken windowpane |
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Bloodless moonlight, like my lady |
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Gave me only skin and bones |
