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The sentence of the court is that in two days hence the
Perfumer journeyman Jean-Baptiste Grenouille shall be
Bound to a wooden cross with his face raised toward Heaven
And whilst still alive, be dealt twelve blows with an iron rod
Breaking the joints of his arms, his shoulders, his hips, his legs
He shall then be raised up to hang until dead
Dance to death of all pride to die
When the gaze of all saints and I
In the strength of all the saints of tears
I won't cry to my fears
Pass to death of all horizons
Sink in the strength of all saints and I
Won't you break all the second ways
Never cry to my fear
Dance to death of all pride to die
When the gaze of all saints and I
In the strength of all the saints of tears
I won't cry to my fears
Pass to death of all horizons
Sink in the strength of all saints and I
Won't you break all the second ways
Never cry to my fear
Dance of all grace of all saints and I
Never break all my tears
Take when the praise of all rays of fate
When the rays of fate
Take when the taste of all life
Fill when the grace of my god
Take when the fight of all saints and tears
Never cry of all life
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