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She wore a white shawl She wore a grass veil Chilled wind, white lips Ribbons of plaster strips Black hair tied up, held back with string Visions and shreds and rips and slings Teach these souls to fly she said And make these spirits re-appear Its getting dark I’ve got no time to squander Sipping juices at leisure in this garden of pleasure you have here Exit stage right, latter that night Through the house of death she flew Along white corridors And lived by a miracle She said 'I've the soul of a flea' All fleas inhabited by the souls of drowning men Hear their tiny cries Blind to remorse Insensitive to excess And bound to repeat They’ve fallen from grace Again and again and again, so she said Falsifiers, deserters, Jack-in-the-box perjurers I can name them all They’ve had me all, against the wall. From Letras Mania