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That handsome head upon your lover’s shoulders will light the way to victory,Those glowing eyes mistake themselves for martyrs, they stare in vain for glory bred, You are a wicked mistress of the ages, your myth’s been stained, your beauty bled, yet you remain the seven veils between us and still you pay for that great head, The head of god, the head of hell before you, as if to choose which one to lose, could answer prayers or save a soul at midnight, and still you dance and still we choose, So say your prayers when glamour turns at midnight cause there’s a chance you’re gonna lose your head…
Gustave Moreau, The Apparition, oil on canvas, 1877

That handsome head upon your lover’s shoulders will light the way to victory,
Those glowing eyes mistake themselves for martyrs, they stare in vain for glory bred, You are a wicked mistress of the ages, your myth’s been stained, your beauty bled, yet you remain the seven veils between us and still you pay for that great head, The head of god, the head of hell before you, as if to choose which one to lose, could answer prayers or save a soul at midnight, and still you dance and still we choose, So say your prayers when glamour turns at midnight cause there’s a chance you’re gonna lose your head…

Gustave Moreau, The Apparition, oil on canvas, 1877



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