OH KING
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THE STARS IN YOUR MISTY HEAVEN
THE DOVE FETTERED TO YOUR SATIN COUCH
THE PEBBLE WEDGED BETWEEN YOUR EYES
IS NOT YOUR OWN
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THE BANNER YOUR CHARIOTEERS WRESTLE
THE HARVESTS YOUR HORSES HOOVES BURN
THE RUBIES SPILT FROM THE WHIP YOU SNAKE
IS NOT YOUR OWN
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THE SMILE DYING IN YOUR ARMS
THE LAUGHTER FROM THE CORPSE YOU SWELT
THAT MAIDEN FROM VIRGIN PASTURES YOU STEAL
YOU WILL NEVER OWN
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FOR THOSE SCARLET LIPS I ONCE SAVORED
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