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A dying romance, bleeding for my sensation |
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Would Death unmask the azure of the creation? |
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Oh, stay far from my crown of certainties |
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A dying romance, the blindman's torch of ideals |
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Men of stories, don't try to robe my morningstar |
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Cause it will never shine in your eden |
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A dying romance, withered by your naivity |
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The scent that |
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I perceive comes from words |
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Which escaped your mouth of flies |
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Selfish, fetid romance |
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You lick the shit of this world |
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Men's quintessence sways in streams of hope |
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Drowning in silvercups always used at funerals |
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Marvellous, when even |
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Death tries to flee from you |
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The flames leave their candles, soon they will die, too |
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Immune to life... |
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I'll always die |
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In the palms of heaven, where serpents lie |
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Bedeviled |
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Paradise... web of all sin |
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Ethereal shadows rise, postmortem redeemed! |
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Selfish, fetid romance |
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You lick with a tongue of thorns!!! |
