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on friday the 13th, death opened a boutique
on the champs elysees
selling fear and dismay
open seven days a week
it was de rieugur and chic
for the wicked and the weak
death opened a boutique
people came from far and near
to buy poison and tears
the decor was delectable
the service impeccable
it was expensive - what isn't?
it sold black plague and socialism
there was no reason to exist
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