| Here stands the canvas beauty at her door
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| Calling beneath the blockade floor
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| See him turn bedeviled and blacked
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| For the canvas beauty had locked him back
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| Away from the king of hearts so pure
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| In with temptations alluring pour
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| Away from her his compass mass
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| The everglade the bonny lass
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| The actress love that he mistook
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| A siren for his aging look
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| The actress love that he mistook
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| A siren love for his aging look
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| Her stands Dorian at her need
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| In Hedonisms shaft like look
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| He wears the I’d the painter mistook
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| And with her flame he’ll burn it’s flesh
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| Burn the freeze transcend the mesh
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| Riders wings you give me back
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| The siren for his aging look
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| The actress love that he mistook
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| The siren love for his aging look
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| Here stands Dorian at her need |