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I fashioned this ribbon from my own velvet tears. |
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I melted these flowers just to make you a ring. |
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Adorned with this madness, you scream in the dark. |
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Perhaps it is this then that sets us apart. |
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Your beauty was potent, I choke at the thought. |
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Your hair streams from ivy, your eyes, crystalline stars. |
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Your beautiful nightmares, you see them as art. |
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Perhaps it is this then that sets us apart. |
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Tied up my veins for that bow in your hair. |
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And I took blame for pain that was already there. |
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But when you reach the last stretch you crawl back to the start. |
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Perhaps it is this then that sets us apart. |
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Can you feel? |
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Do you know the shallow ground that holds that beautiful piece of your heart, |
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That I never got to kiss? And now all I do is miss, |
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Those things that set us apart. |
