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East of Belladonnna #1
East of Belladonna,
cut your arms,
lay yourself down to die
ths sky starts to sigh.
Wind blow this hermit away
take him to a wretched place
Lord, knows I don't want him.
cut your arms,
lay yourself down to die
ths sky starts to sigh.
Wind blow this hermit away
take him to a wretched place
Lord, knows I don't want him.
Published 6th Dec 2011
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