And when the lights blessed her skin
All the hounds began to yell
In every fold and every double chin
Red air filled with red smell
And although the mood was boisterous
They claimed it was no good
Fell into their own blocked minds and
Abandoned to their senses flood
Not meant to be a mistake
That flood was strong that day
Still shiver
And when the lights blessed her skin
All the hounds began to yell
In every fold and every double chin
Red air filled with red smell
Not meant to be a mistake
That flood was strong that day
Still shiver
Obsessed by that day
Not meant to be a mistake
Never.

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