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From deep down south Death is came
carries a black coffin on his back
searches for sex is his name
hating love shall penetrate his lack.
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Across a graveyard of green swirling mist at night
over bitter frosted river rock snow
is persecuted by our sun if he moves in light
man undead but does not know.
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Repetitious hell of diurnal occupation done
people tired and their limbs go to sleep
then from careful hiding ghosts begun
not seen in mirrors he can creep.
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Taut white skin the village pet
daughter of lust lost in easy dream
now his bride is what she shall get
cum sweet twin white stream.
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