My trouble you and you my safety,
All three in huge Allerdale Hall.
In night I can’t close up my eyes but
Lucille and you was poison me at home.
You silly boy,
Just was a baby,
Whose mind suffered by older sister.
But this not your will,
It was her’s.
Oh dear, i know you’re not guilty
Fell under influence by her,
You’ll pay too much.
You’re my handsome pilgrim and enchanted hunter,
So far, gone by pain friend.
So quiet you’re dying
When Lucille was killing you,
Crimson blood little bit blurred frock-coat.
For sir Thomas Sharpe Crimsom peak
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