Putrefaction, hurry oh beloved bride
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To establish our lonely camp
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Rejected by the world, rejected by god
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My hope, lies in you
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Take my paining body into the wonder of you
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Smother my pain in your embrace
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Worms devour thought and feeling
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Take my paining body into the wonder of you
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Smother my pain in your embrace
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Worms devour thought and feeling
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Hasten, decorate our chamber
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For on a scootblack bier the silent lover
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your dwelling shall reach
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So hasten, prepare our bridal bed
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Which shall sow with carnactions
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To wonderful gratification, stifling bewitchment
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Us black attired comrades followeth
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Our wedding march ringeth from iron bells
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And shrouds of green draperies hideth us
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When storms ravish the worldly seas
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When atrocities reign on the bloodfilled earth
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When feuds are raging, we slumber thou and I
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In contented peace
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Take my paining body into the wonder of you
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Smother my pain in your embrace
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Worms devour thought and feeling
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Take my paining body into the wonder of you
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Smother my pain in your embrace
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Worms devour thought and feeling
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To ash in my ravished heart
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Oh rich are you, wench, whom I dowry
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Giveth me the great, the flourishing earth
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Up here, do I suffer, though happines overcomes me
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In the nether with you
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Putrefaction
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| Embraced |
