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flowers - pretty petals as I plucketh them and lay them out across the floor
the wind doth blow and scatter them over the fields - up to your door
my blood hath drained from thy visage when I doth heard the tragic news
that we would never be together - heart betrayed condemned to lose

he loves me so he loves me not, the blood like petals scarlet red
that witch betrothed to marry him instead of me I wish her dead.
and it be so for when the morrow dies I'll walketh up upon his bed
I'll wake him up and watch his face as I present her head.

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Condemned to marry whatever fool thy parents see is fit
I take up needle yarn and thread a noose begins to knit
for if our love will never be - I think my heart should burst
I'll hang myself or I'll hang her - whichever happens first.

life and death - decisions to toy with - blissful scarlet dreams oh yes!
which to curse and which to bless? This of course is yours to guess
message to blame my message is first - my noose for her untimely death
is done at last - I yearn to listen as she gasps her final breath.

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I invite her over for tea time - the crockery immaculately set
She sips her drug and as I watch she slips into sleeps blissful net
I drag her up o'er olympus peak - one nameth so after Zeus
I put my needles in my hair and to thus tree I fix thy noose

I prop her up opon thy branch - solidify thy heart
Push her off o'er thy branch - she doth awaken with a start
she screams so shrill that far below she doth turn up much fans
and one amongst those - rightly so - appears to be our man!

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amidst my shock I bend too far and plummet off o'er the edge
of this named peak I try to grab a hold as I slip off the ledge
I barrel into thy doomed lover my death has proved its best
for as my head is cushioned by his shock my needles pierce his breast..

And so they bury us - us both women placed with him on either side
A love shared yes - by both of us- and jealousy none could ever hide
A love turned sour to extent it doth begins to smell
and scarlet roses do entice our love wars on in hell.

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