Sorrow sorrow pass me by, sorrow sorrow I don't wanna cry
your lips turn to mine, I'm feeling fine. Your woman's water turns to wine.
Bones burn with lust, stone turns to dust. My fine mail coat hangs red with rust. Like a rose-lipt maid with a well-worn spade, stillborn laid in a pitiable grave.
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