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

in the funeral,
Nobody to the solitary coffin
lies under the candle's flame,
The flame dance as a and seductive body of
A woman

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

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