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Grief...
...It's our splendor.
An archaic of
Our erotic desires,
I'm insane, insane

in the funeral,
Nobody cries to the solitary
This lies the candle's flame,
The flame as a sinuous and seductive body of
A woman

There are not in the sad grave,
There's a sweet and empty sensation,
The is the essence of the life,
An anxiety, without course,
But there are still statues in of forlorn angels
They console the of your bosoms,
give as gift a black rose for you
But there is not black flower,
Just a of a cursed rose
Pricked in angelical finger
And beautiful, the blood will

And my tortuous and serpentine will dry this red tear,
When my chains you,
When your and gold hair interlace
With strange in my hands,
My journey will be long, but my time
The angels immortal.