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I hear the languages of south as a dark angel accepts me under her wings, with dry skin and soft eyes |
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I head into oblivion through this tunnel of light. |
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My heart appears new and unaccessible in divine blood. |
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I lived without victory until now but right here in the milky light among monsters |
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I thrive. |
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I'm dying in joy. |
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It's pure violence in my mind when |
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I take account of the past |
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I am handsome in my death, really beautiful soothed by my departing soul. |
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Shifting away |
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I don't care as it is no longer mine. |
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I have a vision and now |
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I step on to the bridge to learn the horrendous wisdom of life. |
