Dance in brine... Dance in seaweed...
Fifteen flies in the marmalade... When you dance with me, my little, little darling...
Michael's got a gun... No-one laughs at Michael now...
I love you in your tragic beauty... I watched you in my tragic isolation... Walk beneath my window... You never noticed me...
The metal was corroded, the fuses were exploded... Fly away Peter, fly away Paul...
...with nothing in it... It'so icey, Frosty...
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