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Dream of a funeral, blest temptress - behest me! - |
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A funeral thou'lt hark, swarth murderess - the Devil, |
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Thine feral grith with me, Poppaea, be Hell's hap: |
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Waylaid the beldame bawd, the niggard: Laughing tragedy. |
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And the wench doth bawdness to blow, |
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Stay my adamant - |
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Suffer me to transfix thee: |
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And the wench doth bawdness to blow, |
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Let me dawt thine twain - |
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And, twine 'hem apart. |
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[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/t/theatre-of-tragedy-lyrics/poppaea-lyrics.html] |
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Of marrow, do na mell; I am Morelle - |
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The bosom'd Titivil; travail me; fain, |
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Subdue me with thine lote in oneness - make haste yet, |
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Displode me in a font - Poppaea, do what thou wilt. |
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And the wench doth bawdness to blow, |
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Stay my adamant - |
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Suffer me to transfix thee: |
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And the wench doth bawdness to blow, |
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Let me dawt thine twain - |
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And, twine 'hem apart. |
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