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Mirror,Mirror On the Wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all ? For if I shall see thy will be done Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue |
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Return`d to your heaven Upon tattered wings to see of What`s become the place that once was home |
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Don't try to tell us
What is right for us We don't give a fuck anyway Don't try to steal Imagination from us Things we believe We will never betray |
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