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And she cradles me down into sleep |
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Still I miss her so and for more I weep |
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And she gives me death yet I'm alive |
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Craving eternally, on her I thrive |
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We are one, we are the same |
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Burning with brightest flame |
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I am the strange illusion, don't feel too real |
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A catatonic thing that should not be |
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You are the seewt delusion yet you feel so real |
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for all these wounds I have only you can heal |
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And she buries me down far too deep |
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Yet six-feet high and gives me bliss to keep |
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And she abuses me yet I abide |
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She's in demand, my hunger I cannot hide |
