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In better times a spell could save you
The wine that we threw into a chasm
Came right back at you
Now it's all so straight and narrow
And the skeptics rule the nation
The servants scream"always wear black."
The stupid sin romantic wishscapes
Give you a skewed impression of the realms of the magic arts
Yes it's all over your heads so enjoy the dim vacation
The servant reads"never wear black."
Time came before the end my lord explain your cattle call.
What we need is a soft second serve of your fine approximations
Shepherd read"always wear black."
You find the grace in true frustration
Time came before the end my lord explain
