While i beat your rythm
with a black painted tambourine
And you danced along...
Your face is a riddle
You wear the shadows
from a haunted tree
A strange kind of makup
Theres a temptress behind the choir of crying crows
And you sang along...
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nanny:
Biddi well. So, you wrote it?
mrmystic:
Yes, i did ;)