Tytuł: The Passion of Lovers

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She had nut painted arms
  That were hers to keep
  And in her fear
  She sought cracked pleasures
  The passion of lovers is for death said she
  Licked her lips
  And turned to feather
  
  And as I watched from underneath
  I came aware of all that she keep
  The little foxes so safe and sound
  They were not dead
  They'd gone to ground
  
  The passion of lovers is for death said she
  The passion of lovers is for death
  The passion of lovers is for death said she
  The passion of lovers is for death
  
  She breaks her hear
  Just a little too much
  And her jokes attract the lucky bad type
  As she dips and wails
  And slips her banshee smile
  She gets the better of the bigger to the letter
  
  The passion of lovers is for death said she
  The passion of lovers is for death
  The passion of lovers is for death said she
  The passion of lovers is for death
  The passion of lovers is for death said she
  The passion of lovers is for death
  The passion of lovers is for death said she