Prostitute candle lit evenings perfumed scent of money
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lipstick bloodstains and champagne
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fade to permanent white and so they died
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and no one could be found to bury the dead for money or pleasure.
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And for these risks IĄŻll never give up.
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I am not the one who is dead you are, canĄŻt you read your eyes?
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The Knife Configuration
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| Silence The Epilogue |
