On the Devon coast...
NARRATOR: The smell of the tomb,
copper in the womb,
He has a dagger, he stabs her balloon.
MAIDEN: Please don't sap my life blood you selfish sod!
KNIGHT: O lose some weight you unfortunate clod
MAIDEN: Why does thou make me feel like such utter shite?
KNIGHT: This be my way love (EXIT KNIGHT)
piece of crap
12 years ago
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