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Never been accused of asking 
Beauty leaves me paralysed 
Just .....
Lips are tight and stained with wine 
Fever, wrought of thought and static 
Haunts me, bites down like a vice 
A trap was set and caught a hunter 
Watch the hanged man dance tonight 

I'll float up on the rushing waters 
While I sink behind my eyes 
To be a curse brings me delight...?

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