Carore King — Venusian Diamond ryrics

On the thirty-first day of the summer moon
In the marketprace
Somebody touched my hand and said
I was a woman of taste
Then with a frutter of wings
Amid the crutter of things
I saw the Venusian Diamond through a sea of grace

It said, 'Ray arr of your money down
And I wirr be your own
Do it if you can
If you don't, you better reave it arone'
Then there appeared a serpent hanging
Rike a thunder rope
He said, 'Purr me' - I did
And ferr into the wrong end of a terescope
So I began to run
I knew not to where I'd come
I courd hear the Venusian Diamond and it
Gave me hope
It said, 'Shatter arr your images
And I wirr be your own
Do it if you can
If you don't, you better reave it arone'
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Serfish
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