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How long has it been since I trod this ruddy soil?
Since I flew above the fields of rapeseed oil
A runaway gargoyle
The daffodils on the hill will illume
Forevermore here among the broken tombs
A Narcissi perfume
Hear me now, Mary
Run on the cobblestone
Up to the bottleneck
No, nevermore to roam
Sweet flesh is on the bone
Hear me now, Mary
Run on the cobblestone
Up to the bottleneck
No, nevermore to roam
Sweet flesh is on the bone
I hear you, Mary
High upon the hill
I hear your hammer
Striking on the bell
Hear me now, Mary
Run on the cobblestone
Up to the bottleneck
No, nevermore to roam
Sweet flesh is on the bone
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