| She so loves Her children
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| More the ones whom play with fire
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| As they contort themselves before Her
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| As they may become Her funeral briar
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| She is the only one
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| And She wears a crown of joyous madness
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| Of danger in the midnight hours
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| On Her throne of serpentine sadness
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| She erects a fractal tower
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| She is the only one
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| Who will ever understand you
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| And She delights in your confusion
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| And the contradictions of your heart
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| She laughs as reason and delusion
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| Proceed to tear your soul apart
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| She is the only one
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| Who will ever understand you |