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by Sive Klaas Feb 16, 2020
Love, romance /
Ooh my Belle,
Like a bee bears honey.
Fussy in the hustle and bustles
The wall-street in absence of money;
You plunder and ransack the bustle;
Look at these walls now.
'cause if i' d stinger
O' grotesque you'd be a stranger.
And I, a worthless corpse that wanders.
O' my belle, cease the pillage
Feed me flowers and roses
Cease it, cease it.
Cease it all.
'cause if these walls could talk now
You'd die of depression.