Even the dead buried
Watered give out brilliant leaves of rust
And great pale flowers of liquid gold
Waiting for an unassuming passerby
To be taken into the pretence
Of the intoxicating luxury
Of the warmth and the faint smell
Of refrigerated love
Watered give out brilliant leaves of rust
And great pale flowers of liquid gold
Waiting for an unassuming passerby
To be taken into the pretence
Of the intoxicating luxury
Of the warmth and the faint smell
Of refrigerated love
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