Self penned poem of Sweeney Todd.
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Sweeney Toad. The barber's layer to those set comfy in his chair. They took their seats. They paid their fair. His raises quest. It was more than hair. Mrs. Lovett, Sweeney's friend, her hand disposing bodies lend beguiling smile, seductive stare lead wayward strangers to his care victim's eyes just to meet for pies. Still not were left to feed the flies bones. Now Sohn for hungry dogs, hair was burned to call And logs be this true. I'll be this lie by your hair. Cut HR Pie should love it. Smile fair. Catch your eye turned and run. Oh, you shall we die?