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Silent knife, unholy knife, a bridge of cracks click as I twist my spine

I turn to find a visitor

Rapture me my Lolita

And I know she knows that I killed my love

The minister, the leap of oath

She's as white as a ghost

The aching feels like she's wanted[?] from coast to coast

The scalpel bleach, make that a smile

Stay with me, my darling, for my last little while

And she sang to me, 'I'll be there as you sing yet I'll be gone before the second kiss me'

"Kiss me out of the bearded barley

Nightly, behind the green, green grass

Swing, swing, swing the spinning step

You wear those shoes and I will wear the dress.

Oh kiss me"

Ooooooooooooooooooooohhhh

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