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"...Love needs its martyrs,
Nedds its sacrifices.
They live for your beauty
And pay for their vices.
Love will be the death of
My lonely soul brothers,
But their spirit shall live on in
The hearts of all lovers.

You're holding court
With your lips and your smile,
Your body's a halo,
Their minds are on trial
Sure as adam is eve,
Sure as jonah turned whaler,
They're crooked love thieves
And you are their jailor."