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Close the door, turn out the lights

Savants the pill box, please

A man’s overboard without dreams

While the actors sleep induced

And the artist’s bow draws down

Turn the dile, your amulets

For the prince of silence change

Is carriage wept by with all the trappings

Of death and saints

I’m bailing chill, I’m shucking trust

And finding dawn and dusk

Satan’s in the mangers of Troy

I’m bailing chill, I’m shucking trust

And finding dawn and dusk

But only kings and queens may skip the void

It’s a disaster that fi-yi-ire

I’ll tend these pyres for you

And poor William

He’s in the poorhouse with cagey souls

Take the pledge of the rodeo

A mutter shelter thee

And mothers pray for tide the leave of man

As we’ll come to understand them

A gerrymandering brought them free

Adapted eyes and they’re sanctified

In monographs and in jives

Stand upon the alter

For an umpteenth of the past and due flame

Shake bosom brave illumine mine

So spin it fine in crepe

Your paper children haven’t atomized

Shake bosom brave illumine mine

So spin it fine in crepe

Your paper children haven’t atomized

It’s a disaster that fi-yi-ire

I’ll tend these pyres for you

And poor William

He’s in the poor house

With the red light souls

Ah-ooo

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