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Here stands the canvas beauty at her door |
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Calling beneath the blockade floor |
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See him turn bedeviled and blacked |
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For the canvas beauty had locked him back |
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Away from the king of hearts so pure |
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In with temptations alluring pour |
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Away from her his compass mass |
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The everglade the bonny lass |
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The actress love that he mistook |
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A siren for his aging look |
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The actress love that he mistook |
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A siren love for his aging look |
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Here stands |
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Dorian at her need |
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In Hedonisms shaft like look |
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He wears the id the painter mistook |
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And with her flame he'll burn its flesh |
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Burn the freeze transcend the mesh |
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Riders wings you give me back |
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The siren for his aging look |
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The actress love that he mistook |
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The siren love for his aging look |
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Here stands |
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Dorian at her need |
