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

in the funeral,
Nobody to the solitary coffin
lies under the candle's flame,
The dance 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 are still statues in marble of forlorn angels
They console the of your bosoms,
They'll give as gift a rose for you
But also there is not flower,
a thorn of a cursed rose
Pricked in your angelical
And beautiful, the blood will

And my tortuous and serpentine tongue dry this red tear,
When my involve you,
your long and gold hair interlace
With strange in my hands,
My journey will be long, but my infinite
The aren't immortal.