A Woman / Who Loves A Woman

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When The Cow Gives Blood And The Christ Is Born We Must All Eat Sacrifices. We Must All Eat Beautiful Women.

Not That It Was Beautiful, But That I Found Some Order There.

As For Me, I Am A Watercolor. I Wash Off.

Suddenly I'm Not Half The Girl I Used To Be. There's A Shadow Hanging Over Me . . . From Me To You Out Of My Electric Devil.