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Alone
My virgin widow
Sat in
A heap of bodies
Her tears
Drew them in for,
A touch
And how grand she looked
In her torso boot
"Such a sorrow's end",
They all laughed
All the hands to the rend
He was halved...
As they did
So their body pile moved
Together
My virgin widow
Stood in
The hull of a,
Man...
And how grand she looked
In her torso boot
Such a sorrow end
What a sight
Dry bones could not bend
On that night
And how grand she looked
"Such a sorrows end",
They all laughed
All hands to the rend
He was halved
And how grand she looked
In her torso boot
Alone
My virgin widow...
Hand in hand
My virgin widow
And how grand she looked
In her torso boot
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