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Dark Oyster

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My soul is my gothic violin
with the bow of the picador
played softly in solo
in the world of my dark oyster
warming my marrows blood
running cold in a caravan
with a melody of strings
and the madness it brings
fathoms deep among the dead...
my soul is my gothic violin


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