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I was born neath a frosted moon
by a sugared hill that gently sloped
where men and mice were bride and groom
a pair of lovers busy grasped

inside a cage of darkened glass
so no-one saw the dangled rope
and no one spied the poisoned vat
and tearful leaves that drifted past
the windows of our rented room
no call to arm or words of hope
no idle chat or bosses' cash
will part us from our private tomb

for we were born neath a frosted moon
and the holy grail gonna be here soon



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