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reborn_pagan
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This isn’t by me, I bought it the other day on itunes and I liked it so much I figured I’ll share it with all of you 
soft sunlite air flows through mary’s hair, stealing my breath i follow it there. sweet winter rose, the breeze gently blows where pagan mary goes. praises are sung by only our tongues, incense like brimstone burning our stones, red lips will shine, a throft full of wine…Ooooh pagan mary mine, dancing again we kiss as we spin, baring her sould she shows me her sin, how can it be i love what i see, Oooh pagan mary me.
ave’s ahush as we slowly rush to follow our flesh like a derg, a jig in the rain, the sacred and prophane will mixin our viens and slowley murge, but this was a dream, of spirng,rain,and steam. now all of my joy is ripped at the seams, desprate lies i unclose my eyes and my pagan mary dies…now i won’t set foot on the place mary is put, under a hill of story and suet, a storm as it creeps her bleeding hat seeps, and my pagan mary weeps, always to be a stones throw from me, might well as lie, bunny over the sea. give me a sign that your doing fine, oooh pagan mary mine"
I’m sorry for the bad spelling n’ such I’m very tired
soft sunlite air flows through mary’s hair, stealing my breath i follow it there. sweet winter rose, the breeze gently blows where pagan mary goes. praises are sung by only our tongues, incense like brimstone burning our stones, red lips will shine, a throft full of wine…Ooooh pagan mary mine, dancing again we kiss as we spin, baring her sould she shows me her sin, how can it be i love what i see, Oooh pagan mary me.
ave’s ahush as we slowly rush to follow our flesh like a derg, a jig in the rain, the sacred and prophane will mixin our viens and slowley murge, but this was a dream, of spirng,rain,and steam. now all of my joy is ripped at the seams, desprate lies i unclose my eyes and my pagan mary dies…now i won’t set foot on the place mary is put, under a hill of story and suet, a storm as it creeps her bleeding hat seeps, and my pagan mary weeps, always to be a stones throw from me, might well as lie, bunny over the sea. give me a sign that your doing fine, oooh pagan mary mine"
I’m sorry for the bad spelling n’ such I’m very tired