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The dread they find in it
I see as a shelter
I seek not being seen
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I hear the flames whisper
In the middle of the flames
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Being a harlot and a basin for the semen of all the crowd
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Is burning me inside, oh the sweltering!
Now I understand the true pain of hell!
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The seed is now determined
When the tree will begin to grow
The low tide is in its nadir
When will the water rise and flow
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אין מה לעשות
אני פשוט
מושלמת
תשלימו עם זה
כי אם לא, עוד
תשלמו את המחיר
שולמית |
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