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When but a boy I courted Sally
My life was young, not quite sixteen
We talked of things I sometimes dreamed of
And things beyond my wildest dreams
At seventeen I met Wynona
Her warm, red lips set me aglow
She taught me things she should not teach me
More that a young man ought to know
At nineteen years my love was Sara
She was much older than the rest
Of all the men she said had kissed her
She loved the way I kissed her best
Time has flown and I am older
My years are five and thirty-five
Too late, too late I met my lover
A woman very muc
My life was young, not quite sixteen
We talked of things I sometimes dreamed of
And things beyond my wildest dreams
At seventeen I met Wynona
Her warm, red lips set me aglow
She taught me things she should not teach me
More that a young man ought to know
At nineteen years my love was Sara
She was much older than the rest
Of all the men she said had kissed her
She loved the way I kissed her best
Time has flown and I am older
My years are five and thirty-five
Too late, too late I met my lover
A woman very muc
In His Lovely Kingdom
Burn the crucifix.
Cremate the sould of the Virginborn
Freeze the shadow of ashes and let
it float away by the Thunder listener's
intense eyelash movements under their
concentration to open the cosmic lid
Cursh not only our surrounding walls
of curiosity, but also the hordes
of Blind Believers.