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Lust he follows virtue close |
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Through the steaming woodlands |
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His darkened blood through bulging veins |
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Through the steaming woodlands |
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Virtue knows he follows softly |
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Through the steaming woodlands |
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Travel light the deathly shudder |
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Down the leafy pathway |
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The dim light she comes peering |
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Through the forest pines |
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And she knows by the sound of baying |
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By the baying of the hounds |
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Diana Diana kick your feet up |
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Lust bares his teeth and whines |
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For he picked up the scent of virtue |
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And he knows the panic signs |
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Lust cries running with his eyes |
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The white-clad figure fleeting |
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Mud burns his eyes |
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But desire burns his mind |
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Diana Diana kick your feet up |
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Lust bares his teeth and whines |
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For he picked up the scent of virtue |
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And he knows the panic signs |
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Fear in her eyes as the forest grins |
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Through the steaming woodland |
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Lust now his soul destroyed |
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With enmity disarmed |
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Diana Diana kick your feet up |
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Lust bares his teeth and whines |
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For he picked up the scent of virtue |
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And he knows the panic signs |
