Teksty:
Sopor Aeternus Les Fleurs Du Mal

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: Have I, without knowledge, made a subtle pass at you, or have the poses that are mine to strike then perhaps posed a threat to you? Have I crossed

: I wish I was a little bar of soap I wish I was a little bar of soap I'd go slippy slippy, slimy over everybody's heinie I wish I was a little bar of

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: Well this is such a sad affair I?ve opened up my heart so many times But now it?s closed Oh my dear every salted tear It wrings Bitter - sweet applause

: Gentle words, had been my weapons careful openness and fragile honesty had gradually begun to slowly win him over ... - and somehow had lured him here

: Panda-ghost-face oh, dear me I do still ponder on the old "first question" I ever raised was by mistake, a "singular" one. Handsome and straight I

: Where the exit-door leads in he scrutinises circling clockwise counting two out of the three slightly above the first degree "Has there been blood