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With your hair of flaming Roses |
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Your kiss - Medusa's touch |
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Turn me to a pillar of salt |
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To die now would be perfection |
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Then my lonliness closes in |
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So, I drink a German wine |
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And drift in dreams of other lives |
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And greater times |
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White sheets wrap my mind |
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In drunken thoughts of runes and men |
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Why does the devil leave for us |
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This legacy of lonliness |
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This cry for the moon |
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And a dagger's thrust |
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With your hair of flaming blooms |
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And your eyes of saintly dusk |
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Then my lonliness closes in |
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So, I drink a German wine |
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And drift in dreams of other lives |
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And greater times... |
