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Warm body hot cross wrong judgement cold grave on the cross be appropriate I now it strike for me the nails the fire washes the soul purely and remaining remains a mouthful ash I come again in ten days as your shade and become to rush about secret become I to up-arise and you become around grace flehen then kneels I into your face and put yourself the finger into ash ash to ash and dust to dust |
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