| In separate sections, the bodies fall.
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| The leaves are purple, the grass is red. |
| I love your music.
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| I love your style.
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| The light inside you leaks through your eyes á
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| The golden liquid that washed your face, contain my secrets and bitter taste.
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| I love your music.
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| I love ypur throat.
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| The light inside me feeds like a golden rope á
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| And I alone, see through your eyes.
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| And I alone, will never die.
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| And I alone, can taste your hand.
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| And I alone, am sanctified.
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| And I alone, can smell your hair.
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| And I alone, feed you the air.
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| And I alone, can steal steal your breath.
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| And I alone, prevent your death.
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| And I alone, am not alone.
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| And I alone, am not alone. |