... now my barbaric body
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becomes an easy prey
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to every wildanimal
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and every wind
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shall breath in the shadow
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of every numbness tree
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murmuring and whispering for his hideous sin
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julia went down
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down down to the ground
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to hell and never coming back
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to hell, julia went down she'll never return anymore
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ablazed and graft down
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and yet blossom as spring in its pride
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with apples like condemned devil heads
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and julia is no more
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as she walked out the door
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from which she'll never be returning
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while she went down
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now her soul is scald
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in tartaros' streams
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and feeds at hell' deadly tree,
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beyond lethe, beyond bitterness fruit
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demon's dwelling
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in iron of hungry flames
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her soul is seeking into orcus' sea of flames
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julia went down
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down down to the ground
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To Hell
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