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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 the candle's flame,
The flame as a sinuous and seductive body of
A woman

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

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