Keep away.
Come not near.
You who seem obscene.
Leering, shouting, baying, weeping in singsong,
But in the company of angels,
To show us pretenders
We are seen.
We run
Keep away.
Come not near.
You who seem obscene.
Leering, shouting, baying, weeping in singsong,
But in the company of angels,
To show us pretenders
We are seen.
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