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Mausolos Lyrics

The winds of Sunday told us

Where we could find hell

To behold the morning after

The poor in spirit lies

Artemisia, please teach us

To preserve the withered flies

The winds of Sunday told us

Where we could find hell

The leaves of October told them

That we scrutinized it well

Please teach us to preserve
the withered flies!
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