| 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 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 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… I’ll always die
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| In the palms of heaven, where serpents lie
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| Bedeviled 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!!! |