- Vile Art
Wickedness, plain witchery
A withdrawal from the way of wisdom
For when you will to wait a while
You only wallow more in wilderness.
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- Walking Corpses
So many folks are walking corpses
They have died a thousand times in the head
Their life have been snuffed out
Their eyes, hollow and sunken
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- Propinquity
This golden ring on my fourth finger,
Reminds me of love when troubles linger,
Calls to memory that solemn vow,
To follow undaunted no matter how.
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- Metamorphosis
Nine anxious moons has passed
Welcome, oh heaven-sent bundle
This day wheeh! wheeh! turns profound
Today permed hair turns gray too soon.
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- I Want To Dance
Throw me the drum of joy
I want the song of apàlà
My inner part needs the drum of bàtá
I can let the sadness go off
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