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pass into the city of Woe Where the wasps and hornets sting you slow Bedewed with blood and mixed with tears, The insects crawl into your ears Led by
the earth like Karamazov And my tears bedewed the grass I could feel the planet tremble In my arms as he went past I was born to preach the gospel I was born
shell-fish care Be a cold soul silent to me Born in the harvest dust Pale or puerile Dusk burns out in reeling lines Of bedewed poetry, now don't die Starry
of the mind Figures stand there old and lorn Deep valley dweller Daybreak... Fog Wet leaves bowing deep Bedewed, the weald's shadows spring from sleep through
possessions Please rape my Disease Aseptic... emotion Blood-bedewed... intentions Primeval... dimensions Ravenous... as the beast Once I believed So proud
One hundred Years of Solitude Norman Foster won't you honor your attitude The Concho which I lay was only long bedewed cnd my quivered hands, cvant
The same who strengthened Him, what time He knelt Lone in the garden shade, bedewed with blood. That Angel best can plead with Him for all Tormented souls,
the presence Of the Red Death. He had come as a thief In the night and one by one droppd the revellers In the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, And died each
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