Passion Of Lovers

She had nut painted arms
 that were hers to keep
 and in her fear
 she sought cracked pleasures
 the passion of lovers is for death said she
 licked her lips
 and turned to feather
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 And as i watched from underneath
 i came aware of all that she keep
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 the little foxes so safe and sound
 they were not dead
 they'd gone to ground
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 The passion of lovers is for death said she
 the passion of lovers is for death
 the passion of lovers is for death said she
 the passion of lovers is for death
 She breaks her hear
 just a little too much
 and her jokes attract the lucky bad type
 as she dips and wails
 and slips her banshee smile
 she gets the better of the bigger to the letter
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 The passion of lovers is for death said she
 the passion of lovers is for death
 the passion of lovers is for death said she
 the passion of lovers is for death
 the passion of lovers is for death said she
 the passion of lovers is for death
 the passion of lovers is for death said she