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Kings adored,
Apple, and sword
Lions and red
By killed and wed

One more day see
Master John Dee
Wisdom's me
To eternally

And the apparition
On the window smiles
On our Golden
The Powder that knows
No from a day

Death in

The bell tolls on the
The apostols' snare
St Vitus' sun
Look down on broken

And as wheel the sun
Abide son
If dying is the
Then dying be

And golden his face
Under torches and death
Like all glories
For those who too tall
In black, in

in Prague

I'll give you eyes of blue and hair gold of sun
A to see beyond the light of life undone
I'll give your blood so pure as it runs right through hands
Your Stone to pain you when you're old you'll

I'll give you letters five to wear your eyes
The wisdom of the ages sought by men
give you a forehead to scream death of living god
I'll give you I'll give you death