| «Lallalllaa! |
| Perfect night, perfect sleep, perfect morning!
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| I cannot wait to see how my flowers feel today.
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| Be a rose, be a sage, a tulip or a bluebell
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| Motherly joy it brings to me
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| To give them love and care, water and
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| What is this?
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| «The garden once so red is now full of death
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| All is gone, torn apart are my dearest friends.
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| Maybe I wanna hurt you violently
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| All is gone, torn apart are my dearest friends!
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| Maybe I’m gonna hurt you violently
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| Silently you will pay…
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| … you will pay for this.»
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| «Poison ivy, thorn and broom, lily of the valley
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| They are now my new best friends, helping me to revenge!
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| Snakeroot, doll’s eyes, oleander and deadly nightshade.
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| Belladonna, how convenient a name for a plant of bane»
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| (Belladonna what a name!)
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| «All my roses torn and dead, but hail my new friends,
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| Poisonous and spiky are they!
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| Look at this venomous garden… hahahahahaha
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| Powerful, sneaky and quick!
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| Now I got it… a poison apple!»
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| «Maybe I’m gonna hurt you violently!
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| Poison ivy, thorn and broom, lily of the valley!
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| Maybe I’m gonna hurt you violentely!
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| Snakeroot doll’s eyes, oleander
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| And maybe a suicide tree… hahahahah!»
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| (Lalllallaa!)
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| «Lallallaa, into the oven goes this pie I made with „love and care“.
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| How I always loved to cook, make you a supper.
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| (… The poisonous pie…)
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| This time you will be surprised but only for a while,
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| (… Now take a bite…)
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| Cause once you swallow a piece of this pie of poison apples
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| (… Just swallow the bite…)
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| I will just watch while you are squirming in your pain.
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| You little snake!»
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| «The garden once so red, is now full of death.
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| Poison ivy, thorn and broom are my dearest friends.
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| Maybe I’m gonna hurt you violently
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| Me and my deadly plants have now evil plans…» |