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Seraphim
She sang to me the song
The seraphim
Sang to satan
As he was gliding down from heaven
In an attempt to add one c eleven
To change triple sixes
to sevens
Curing this terrible sickness
She tells me of the sacred scrolls
That my heart holds
The secret chambers where my soul goes
a blooming rose
a gliding wing
All this in the secret song she sings
