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Ringa-ring-a-roses

A pocket full of posies

Count three and atishoo

We all fall down

Let me tell a story

That has begun there

Where bones go dry

And flesh is not denied

For hungry mouths

Once, so long ago

Someone told me

That blood is a waltz

For those who're dead

So join the dance

In the ball of the undead

Just dance

As if your life depends on this dance

In the ball of the undead

Dance for your life

You better dance

In that same night

The whole world exhaled

The scent of dread

And soon the ominous creatures

Knew that more than one starving beast

Had fed there

But no one would dare

Not a living soul, or dead

Fight lovers who passed through death

We thought it be safe after that

And so we'd roam by the world

Love and curse

A Pas de Deux

Forevermore

However, we fell in disgrace

For our inconsequence

When the hand that threw us to the grave

Applauded our minuet...

...And sent us back to hell

We'll never join again this dance

Oh, we were caught in our own dance