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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 coffin
This lies under the flame,
The flame dance as a sinuous and body of
A viper

There are not in the sad grave,
There's a and empty forgetfulness sensation,
The blood is the of the life,
An endless anxiety, course,
But there are still statues in of forlorn angels
They console the of your bosoms,
They'll give as gift a rose for you
But also there is not flower,
Just a of a cursed rose
in your angelical finger
And beautiful, the will drain

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