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

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

are not flowers 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 marble of angels
They the fertility of your bosoms,
They'll give as gift a rose for you
But also there is not flower,
Just a thorn of a cursed
Pricked in angelical finger
And beautiful, the blood will

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 infinite
The angels immortal.