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Ooh you Rolling Matador
Kill in your eyes for the Tauro
That shut the door
To Glory and gore
The throw of the Rose
It's all you lived for
But you've lost it all

Your Red streak on the plot where many feet
Left in incomplete
But you kept the meaning
You feel him charge again
And you feel him cut you down
Right on the spot
Where you thought you were ground for good
These fights of fantasy
Make your wounds more sore
But you've every right
To even grab at the last straw
Oh Lord

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