.There is a Witch, a mouth that is stitched between lipstick black as night, and as night you'll meet her in the morning,
And her King he is the God of Lightning; thrashes on the cymbals brightly; saunters when he talks and walk to liquor stores on city blocks,
And you know I quit dreaming when.
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