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Preparations are well advanced |
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Velvet palls and sweet jasmine smell |
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For marriage of heaven and hell |
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Vipers shed at once the skin |
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Now wicked clasps forgive all sins |
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Wishing you joy with much regret |
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Like a cross round the devil's neck |
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Deadly hatred has fallen in love |
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The upper crust |
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Feed on trust |
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And lies to the last |
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To wear the crown |
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Of kings and clowns |
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And always tell new fables |
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Still life |
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A masquerade to appear |
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Worm eaten apple |
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Shining like a star |
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Beware of |
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The forked tongued lambs |
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Guardian angels |
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Dig your grave by night |
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Enchanted by the gloss of silk |
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Trust build them a triumphal arch |
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While organ dirges their wedding march |
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For feathers dancing in the wind |
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Apparence is like a dazzling ring |
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But as you know roses soon fade |
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Even in fables ready made |
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Deadly hatred has fallen in love |
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The upper crust |
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Feed on trust |
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And lies to the last |
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To wear the crown |
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Of kings and clowns |
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And always tell new fables |
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Still life |
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A masquerade to appear |
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Worm eaten apple |
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Shining like a star |
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Beware of |
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The forked tongued lambs |
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Guardian angels |
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Dig your grave by night |
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And no wonder if the dumb will not be silent as the grave |
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None is so deaf as those that won't hear |
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All that glitter is not gold |