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SINGER: Theatre Of Tragedy
SONG:Poppea
Dream of a funeral, blest temptress - behest me! - a funeral thou'lt hark, swarth murderess - the devil, thine feral grith with me, poppea, be hell's hap; waylaid the beldame bawd, the niggard: laughing tragedy. And the wench doth bawdness to blow, stay my adamant - suffer me to transfix thee; and the wench doth bawdness to blow, let me dawt thine twain - and, twine 'hem apart. Of marrow, do na mell; i am morelle - the bosom'd titivil; travail me; a fáin, subdue me with thine lote in oneness - make haste yet, displode me in a font - poppea, do what thou wilt. And the wench doth bawdness to blow, stay my adamant - suffer me to transfix thee; and the wench doth bawdness to blow, let me dawt thine twain - and, twine 'hem apart.
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