Printed At Bismarck's Death

Ophelia on the 7th floor

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Since then I knew my face and
I took the very move out of it
And me, I squatted on the 7th floor
Yes I tended not to fail when
I intended not to fake up
But that I knew my face was
When the dawn was breaking
In effigie...

Pretty, pretty, pretty,...
Round my face and
In my dreams and
Pretty, pretty, pretty,...
Into the depth
Into the depth
When the dawn was breaking
In effigie!

Since yon curtain pulled down - on
Me - I veiled with the seaweed
There are enclosures on the 7th floor
There is a calf on the shambles
Toward a sham, blazing scent
It's the scent of Domino
Let my dawn be breaking
In effigie...

Pretty, pretty, pretty,...
Into the depth...

A raft's my Hamlet
rafts with the shamble
Toward my Hamlet
Toward my Hamlet
The world's my Hamlet! -
Pretty, pretty, pretty, ...
When my moves be dawning
On the 7th floor!


Autor(es): Printed at Bismarck's Death

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