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Hello my darling, how much is the love?
And what's it today, ring or star from the sky?
Let's leave behind all our former lovers
I've got all the money; who needs what you can't buy?

We'll hire a muse tonight from a gold-toothed poet
We'll celebrate it with bottle of wine;
The wine—that is not the blood of the Lord—
The other kind, that turns us on just fine

And if we ever run short of the light
Then we can get a hundred thousand bulbs
Then we can build a stairway to heaven
And take the angels' halos off their skulls

The taboo is no more on the apple of Eden
And on distant shores and on kettles of hell
The smoke of tabacco bothers no one out there
Mayhaps it's just where we shall peacefully dwell

And if we ever run short of the light
Then we can get a hundred thousand bulbs
Then we can build a stairway to heaven
And take the angels' halos off their skulls

I pondered a while on this, I thought it over
Looked into myself, came to a conclusion
My darling is bitch and that is all there is to you
No, I did not love you, it was delusion

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