| I arose and marigold lay down with curious iris
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| Cherry gave to victor her prudence and her virus
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| For the sake of purity i can recall the time and place
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| Between wisdom and murder she gave up her immaculate face
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| My poor belated chastity fell foul of grown up games
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| With false and lovely modesty
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| I can recall the names i’ll miss
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| In the particle of me that cares for this
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| I betrayed those little atoms with a kiss
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| Patience has her virtue still
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| But every grace must have its price
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| I through some felicity may spin a tale of constant vice
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| I took my better nature out, drowned it in the babbling stream
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| Took the blossom of my youth and blew it all to smithereens
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| And if you still don’t like my song then you can just go to hell
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| I don’t care if i’m right or wrong or if my typewriter can spell
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| But i cannot promise you i’ve said «goodbye» to childish things
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| There’s still some pretty insults left and such sport in threatening
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| And for the sake of clarity
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| They are «faith», «hope», and «charity»
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| In the particle of me that cares for this
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| I betrayed those little atoms with a kiss |