| Ishtar (Celebrate Your Beauty) |
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| And I’ve reposed all my worries |
| Onto thy perfect land of feelings |
| This chamber made by treasures, bygone |
| Pillaged beauties, just deficient glamour |
| Con the words, the ones sculptured on me |
| On my tongue’s dry carpet, on my bloody actions |
| I cut it fine to run away from temptation |
| For I spelled my promises and you spelled your |
| Curses |
| In the flush of victory you fly |
| But, beware, foible just means nothing to me |
| Even the flowery poems we somehow hear |
| Perfectly hide thorns, thorns you might never see |
