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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-10-15 | | There are dead men in town, my love I came here to let you know, because On the catafalque in town, in the heat Slowly, the corpses decompose The living move, but also decomposed Their soil is sweating melted in the heat; The smell of corpses slowly rise, my love, Today, even your breast has fall’n a bit Throw strong parfumes inside, all over carpets Put roses on yourself, smell like a rose There are dead men all over town, my love And slowly, the cadavers decompose...
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