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Under the lash and vaguely ill I flew a black kite over the hill Henpecked, ridden and racked Goth in the light of July ain’t no Halloween Jack I became a panic in the Spanish castles Love and joy make it possible Waste not, want not, pome and spring Happy rapture and pleasantries Lurchers, I’d say beware Hi, reaper, they’re right over there I became a panic in the Spanish castles A peculiar man, the unthinkable We lift ourselves from the waters of oblivion And there will be no more Regret like before Everyone, everyone Let’s panic I became a panic in the Spanish castles Love and joy make it possible From Letras Mania