| Her secrecy is charming to me
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| The sexual wisdom of a thousand years
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| With silver eyes she tore through me
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| It is you
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| I bring to ruin
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| Please, a silent hour, it’s you that turned old
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| My love was never a blessing
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| My gifts are oh so cold
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| So I celebrate your blood
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| It is the music of the sea
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| I was simply running for the flesh
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| Your wound falls away from me
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| Your summer breathes aloud, it is a kiss that awakens me
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| My secrecy is charming to her
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| The two of us, we understood
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| With fragile limbs you claimed the distance
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| While holding hands with a dying God
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| It was my pride you gifted to me
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| While holding hands with a dying God
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| So I celebrate your skin, it is the curves of the earth
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| Roaring skies endlessly left, on the great day of your birth
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| As you lay before my storm, a bird sits at your noble feet
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| I am a word apart
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| I am the coldest heart
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| I am a serpent of the sea
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| You are a golden sun
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| You are the silver moon
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| You are a fever killing me
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| I am a thoughtless dream, I am never seen, I am what you all will be
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| You are the glowing pain, you are the one to blame, you are my tragedy |