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A goddess you're now. And bathed in gold. But tell me what What do you think before you sleep? Are you going back there? When you were just a toy in the most foul-smelled hands. Do you sometimes wonder Is this what your mommy dreamed of? To be defiled... her little holly... Maybe yes, maybe no... Maybe her wound you carry. You must have heard my first words. And now you try your cheap revenge. But how can I say, I'm richer. The enlightened have the happiness for free.
