| These poems are dirty
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| And the philosopher is stoned
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| (And he’s not alone)
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| The goddess is hungry
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| Oh, but her priest, he will not come
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| (He's had his fun)
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| Birch, rowan, ash, and oak
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| Molten words out of silver throats
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| Feast or famine, fight or flee
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| Peasants, pheasants
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| And the devil makes three
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| Oh, Venus in chrome
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| Where did you go (aah)
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| How you could leave
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| Now that I know (aah)
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| So cruel to give
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| And take away (aah)
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| Appear from this flame and always stay
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| Nomad is sleeping
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| While worms whisper in the dark
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| (It's of you they talk)
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| The library is bleeding
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| And there is no time for last remarks
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| (So let the panic start)
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| Birch, rowan, ash, and oak
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| May the curse you cast
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| Make you choke
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| Feast or famine, fight or flee
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| Be wise and let dark things be
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| Oh, Venus in chrome
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| Where did you go (aah)
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| How could you leave
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| Now that I know (aah)
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| So cruel to give
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| Then take away (aah)
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| Appear from this flame
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| And always stay
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| Crystal fire, diamond sky
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| Ooh…
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| Oh, Venus in chrome
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| Where did you go (aah)
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| How could you leave
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| Now that I know (aah)
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| So cruel to give
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| And take away (aah)
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| Appear from this flame
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| And always stay
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| Crystal fire, diamond sky
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| Boughs are swaying, winds alive
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| Mantis praying, owls survives
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| Crystal fire, diamond sky
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| Ooh… |