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Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash boy child in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, Severin awaits you there
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
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