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The cold nights have awakened Me |
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The soft winds to undress Me |
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The nails of two witches hav touched Me |
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Their caress cuts like the sharpest ice |
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Yes it is their way, this so mysterious way |
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Of welcoming Me, welcoming Me |
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Their way to remember |
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Distant nights of Passion and Doom |
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Where, naked, have I bathed in velvet waters |
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Witnessed by an accomplice smile |
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Inside an innocent Moon |
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Serene were the beings who guided Me |
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Empty were the hands which undresses Me |
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To carve strange symbols unknown to Me |
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But lay so dearly inside of Me |
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This is my way, this so mysterious way |
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Of welcoming She, welcoming She |
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My way to remember |
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Distant nights of Passion and Doom |
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Where we both wore flesh crowns to defy |
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The skies in their blue and so vague tyranny |
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We are mute villains drinking of Love as insolent Vampires |
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Valsing through stars and skies at that and all to come Winter nights |
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Like neophyte ravens in the strangest nest |
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Charmed by the wilderness of this strange host |
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Drawing naivety with our blood and semen |
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Ritually engraved in our hearts and chests |
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Marks of a pain, signs of a love crime |
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That will forever and never last |
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It is our way, this so mysterious way of loving |
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Of welcoming thee, welcoming thee |
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Our way to remember |
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Forever lost nights of Passion and Doom |
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Remembrance served in cups .of sorrow and pride |
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For all the eternities we'll still cry |
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For having lost amidst the stars our bride |
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Untouchable in her smile, inside the great Silver Eye |
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Every night she is condemned to shine |