| With the dromedaries, lambs and whore
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| He wrote him gardens, glistens the dreamers
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| If I had a wish to clear the dusk
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| And through the lunadisc
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| I would add perfumes onto paper
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| And sitting serpents smoking fags
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| Or doing speed, drinking mead
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| As plastic viking or driven raven
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| Her strangle, my pasts, off with my vanished head
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| Off with the armorial dead
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| Off to the burial ground, the round grave carnival
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| The dragon in the bolo bag, oh, Anis in lipstick
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| For salmon in high heels, salamander in drag
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| The pass nail to the mast of blood and blinks
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| The modular winks
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| From the armadillos amens or queens
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| Homosexual heavens on twin, and here comes counts
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| You are that judgement with what you are
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| You will be embraced by the kindness of the king
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| Christ descends, death above
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| Jesu god whose home is the cross
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| Humor little children, honor the hoop and the bell
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| And the apple and the ball bow to the crow
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| In the long horizon the naked woman bathe
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| But the mountains or the clouds by the tree Vaimas
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| Jades bob down to your drown
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| Whose your favorite model, wooden comatosel one?
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| Star scarred hair, have you clipped the knight?
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| Tight to your thighs, have you met her two cats?
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| Have you treated yourself to her golden milk?
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| One meal a day at night, let’s discuss denim
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| Or the weather of my dead friends
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| Who pass by my window as i scribble this baltod
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| I out of Babylon who almost snapped in Berlin
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| Twice nights ago, then open glossed onto
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| George street, I saw John pass by, his Hermes joins move
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| Uncoiling hipsters who then into Draco whose rathe arise
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| Beheaded wine, gardens aimed but the middle
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| But the midden ball’s eyes hindu slang, Yip kill, caesers, kaisers,
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| czars shatter
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| Lugal, lugal
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| From the thick step of the clock
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| The ground droner flies on horseflies and chestnuts seas
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| And fell beach, yoke torn from the night |