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Black Death
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weeping heartbeats There is a hint of uncertainty
In nearly everything I do
As a swift motion
Pushing me off a deck
Of some foreign castle
I know now to trust you
Even though everything is sugar-glazed
The whole world is sugar-glazed
Or cover'd in plastic
An uncertain truth in anything I do
And I’m going to cry some day
But I have to wait for a bittersweet lover
And democratic dictatorship to prove
That we’re all going to fall
Ring around the rosary
Pocket full of posies...
