Little cockroach on my wall,
Little cockroach on my wall,
Thou woke up this morning happy,
Flying and buzzing around my head
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In the cold and lonely dark night resides the fallen Angel.
Hands and feet bind with shackles of shame and dispair
Fallen Angel whom the earth now sings a requiem
In the dark she sings her songs of solitude, roams like a marauding lost ghost
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