Dead Loving Corpses
I heard a tale of a city, now ruines, so old
Of a prince and a dame, uttermost bold
They fought against their thorns and traps
And in one eye failed,
Cause they bled to death
And they carried on, had them buried at once
Turned their rather proudly bodies
And fooled new minds with tricks and stunts
They never noticed, the sketchy old cunts,
and will never see, will never know,
That the hands of the dead loving corpses,
never let each other go.
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