.fire lay dying, hearth in the head
holy don thy veils, for more than fire lay dead
in the casket the virgins blue blood boiled red
as unmasked went the virtue on which she viciously fed
in the pews she sat somber and moral and grave
but now in the grave she sits no longer a slave
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