| Pale with envy and in throne
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| Blood boils between each cheek
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| Turning time and life two ends will meet
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| Mirrors and men trade life for a lie
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| A black frame surrounds her face
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| Yielding her fair barren skin
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| Once again she weeps
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| And once again he shows
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| Her naked body lying in the earth
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| The hunter’s kill is innocent
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| Lungs and liver are removed
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| This slender body is vacant
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| But still with a beating heart
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| Having blood lust and dagger’s hands
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| Casts him to the end of time
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| Then he shows her how to die
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| Left barren inside the earth
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| He whispers one last time
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| Leaving in her mind
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| You are less than you
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| Have ever been and will never be
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| Dying awake slows only heart’s hammer
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| Each cut unlike any other
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| Easy to take each dagger’s hand
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| And sever deep into the snow
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| Melting into her bones
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| What was once a hunter’s prey
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| Now resides inside himself
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| Brawn grip will not release her
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| For sovereign mother sets tables
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| Too long for just one feast |