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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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