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I made a circle, I guess When I folded her hands across her chest She made a circle, I guess And a circle does what a circle does best With a face as stark as Genesis And I can't stop the quest I mean, who can stop the quest? Death is beautiful We say goodbye to many friends Who have no equals With kisses sweet as hospital grapes As she slips out the door To flirt with the boys on the library floor From Letras Mania