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Decorated doors and dolls of fine porcelain
Wood plank floor, a carpet to hide corpses
Ends nigh, nay, so immortal we cry poison
Sticking a toy fork and knife in the Four Horsemen

Misplaced in the right mind, baby come back
Path lesser traveled, missing a compass
Mission to misfire, walk miles in my flesh
Each foot a rumpus, play pain in trumpets
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