Raven:
Would you like an hors d'oeuvres, sir? An hors d’oeuvres?
Man:
I‘d love an hors d'oeuvres. Thank you very much
Raven:
And… and you, Ma'am? Hors d’oeuvres?
Woman:
Oh, thank you very much
Raven:
Champagne?
Sarah:
Run rabbit, run
Come your time has come
Run rabbit run for the hounds smell your blood
And your tears and your fear is exciting
Their breath on your neck as you race towards your death
Little rabbit your flesh so inviting
Come your hour has come
Run rabbit run
Would you like an hors d'oeuvres, sir? An hors d’oeuvres?
Man:
I‘d love an hors d'oeuvres. Thank you very much
Raven:
And… and you, Ma'am? Hors d’oeuvres?
Woman:
Oh, thank you very much
Raven:
Champagne?
Sarah:
Run rabbit, run
Come your time has come
Run rabbit run for the hounds smell your blood
And your tears and your fear is exciting
Their breath on your neck as you race towards your death
Little rabbit your flesh so inviting
Come your hour has come
Run rabbit run
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