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Periwinkle, but she leaves her dress on.

With her knickers below her ankles,

One in,
One out.

And she crosses her knees and prays,

She prays to her ceiling that no one is watching,

But the whole world is peeping.

And he rushes through the door
And he takes her in his arms.

And he rushes in,

He rushes in and her youth is lost

And the knave presses her tiny fingers on the newborn's head,

"But where has the father gone?"
"Long and far dead."

After the rushing sin,

He's rushing in.