When first we met, the barren snow bloomed just because we willed it so.
This passion play was engineered, but when the mutant sheep appeared,
didn't I see you cry? Didn't I see you cry?

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We sensed by scent that this brief sentiment was overripe.
Don't cry my love, don't cry. As soon as we reject the graft we can revert to type.
Don't cry my love, don't cry. No, no no no don't cry.

Our serpent souls might stand erect, smug in the glow of that effect.
But so miscast as leading men - how sweet to slither off again.
If it was worth a try, why did I see you cry?

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What is the law? Our nature is to give up nothing but the ghost.
What is the law? To go back to the island of Doctor Morose.

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