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Do you recall its name As it suggested beck and call This face and heel Will drag your halo through the mud Ash of pompei Erupting in a statues dust Shrouded in veils Because these handcuffs hurt to much Still scalping these ticketless applause And when they drag the lake there is nothing left at all suture contusion beyond the anthills of the dawning of this plague said I've lost my way even if this cul de sac would pay to reach inside a vault whatever be the cost sterling clear blackened ice