| Bright the sunlight summer day
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| Comus wakes he starts to play
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| Virgin fair smile so sweet
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| Comus heart begins to beat
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| Rise up Comus sing your song
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| Bewitch the maiden the day is long
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| Cast your spell sweet music crack
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| Her virtuos shell
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| Enchanted damsel curios ear
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| Comus music dispel all fear
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| Dainty feet they skip so light
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| Comus loughs soon, comes the night
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| Through the forest dark and deep
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| She follows Comus' dancing feet
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| He moves away the mossy stone
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| Reveals the cave Comus' home
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| Comus stare, stare, stare
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| Comus Glare, glare, glare
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| Comus bare, bare, bare
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| Comus rape, Comus brake
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| Sweet young virgin’s virtue take
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| Naked flesh flowing hair
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| Her terror screams they caut the air
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| But no one hears her bay
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| Comes the sunlight summer day
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| Comus wakes he starts to play
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| Chastity chaser
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| Virile for the virgins virtue
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| Excite her exciter
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| You better go
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| Before you bleed and he hurts you
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| He chased the chastle
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| You better leave
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| If you value your virtue
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| You better go
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| Before you bleed and he hurts you
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| You better leave
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| If you value your virtue
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| Virgin fair smile so sweet
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| Comus heart begins to beat
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| Enchanted damsel curios ear
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| Comus music dispel all fear
|
| Through the forest dark and deep
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| She follows Comus' dancing feet
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| He moves away the mossy stone
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| Reveals the cave Comus' home
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| Misty air, air, air
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| Comus Glare, glare, glare
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| Comus bare, bare, bare
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| Chastity chaser
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| Virile for the virgins virtue
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| Excite her exciter
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| You better go
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| Before you bleed and he hurts you
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| He chased the chastle
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| You better leave
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| If you value your virtue
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| You better go
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| Before you bleed and he hurts you
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| You better leave
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| If you value your virtue
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| Hymen hunter, hands of steel
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| Cracks you open
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| And your red flesh peel
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| Pain precurior, eyes of fire
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| Pierce your womb
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| And push still higher
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| Comus rape, Comus brake
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| Sweet young virgin’s virtue take
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| Naked flesh, flowing hair
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| Her terror screams, they cut the air
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| But no one hears her there
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| Comes the sunlight summer day
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| Comus wakes he starts to play. |