Summer is coming to an end
And the cellar in the morgue is a nest now
One thousand poisonous creatures
Eight thousand poisonous legs
To the morgue... We must all go to the morgue
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Summer is coming to an end And the cellar in the morgue is a nest now One thousand poisonous creatures Eight thousand poisonous legs |
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