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

in the funeral,
Nobody cries to the solitary
This lies under the 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 blood is the 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 black for you
But there is not black flower,
Just a thorn of a rose
Pricked in your angelical
And beautiful, the blood will

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