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Backtracking my paranoia to a couple of nights ago
Words of the raven's caw in shadows of darkness
Of the omens and madness of Goya
Now in hibernation of all the harlots, I have bed
With nothing but the pox dripping my sins
As a veil of pale covers my bones six steps low
Hearing the spade man hum in contralto
Castrating the wind, sounding of fellatio
Of the omens and madness of Goya

 

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