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

in the funeral,
Nobody to the solitary coffin
This lies under the flame,
The flame dance as a sinuous and body of
A woman

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

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