| Putrefaction, hurry oh beloved bride
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| To establish our lonely camp
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| Rejected by the world, rejected by god
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| My hope, lies in you
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| Take my paining body into the wonder of you
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| Smother my pain in your embrace
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| Worms devour thought and feeling
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| Take my paining body into the wonder of you
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| Smother my pain in your embrace
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| Worms devour thought and feeling
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| Hasten, decorate our chamber
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| For on a scootblack bier the silent lover
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| Your dwelling shall reach
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| So hasten, prepare our bridal bed
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| Which shall sow with carnactions
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| To wonderful gratification, stifling bewitchment
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| Us black attired comrades followeth
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| Our wedding march ringeth from iron bells
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| And shrouds of green draperies hideth us
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| When storms ravish the worldly seas
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| When atrocities reign on the bloodfilled earth
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| When feuds are raging, we slumber thou and I
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| In contented peace
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| Take my paining body into the wonder of you
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| Smother my pain in your embrace
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| Worms devour thought and feeling
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| Take my paining body into the wonder of you
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| Smother my pain in your embrace
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| Worms devour thought and feeling
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| To ash in my ravished heart
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| Oh rich are you, wench, whom I dowry
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| Giveth me the great, the flourishing earth
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| Up here, do I suffer, though happines overcomes me
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| In the nether with you |