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be my fellow through the frozen pale and in the purple tune my nightingale send me an echo when the curse begins i need your confidence to all my sins conceal my trace conceal my vault conceal it tender at your soul conceal my face you're my hideaway come seal my veils conceal my wound conceal the poems at your tongue conceal my face you're my hideaway dont let the crowd close to my consecrate they just want detain you to elevate stay in oblivion until i call and if i crown my sin the veil will fall |
