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" Sleep on and dream of love
Because it's the closest
you will Get to love
Poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
Poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One November Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who later cried :
But Jesus made me,
so Jesus save me from
Pity, sympathy
And people discussing me
A frame of useless limbs
What can make good
All the bad that's been done ? "
~ Morrisey
