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My dear dreadful wife who's dead Whom tonight lies with me on bed Don't hold a grudge against me I swear I didn't push my gliding blade against thee. It wasn't I who made you bleed Wouldn you kindly just leave? Your face is rotten and mangled This is dosturbing me.
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
The Dead
My dear dreadful wife who's dead Whom tonight lies with me on bed Don't hold a grudge against me I swear I didn't push my gliding blade against thee. It wasn't I who made you bleed Wouldn you kindly just leave? Your face is rotten and mangled This is dosturbing me.
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
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