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Silent knife, unholy knife

A bridge of cracks click as I twist my spine

I turn to find a visitor

Rapture me, my Lolita

And I know she knows that I killed my love

Administer the lethal dose

(She's as white as a ghost)

The aching feels like she's gorgeous from coast to coast

The scalpel bleach, make that a smile

Stay with me, my darling, for my last little while

And she cranes to me, "I'll be there as you sing

Yet I'll be gone before the second 'kiss me'."

"Kiss me, down by the boat or the bearded barley

Nightly beside the green, green grass

Swing, swing, swing the spinning step

You wear those shoes and I'll wear that dress

Oh, kiss me."

Oh

Oh, three

Oh, fifty-three