I spit in my hands
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into a void regret
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arms of sorrow torns
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in pleasure disconform.
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Trought your eyes
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sweetness decantation
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the secrets that I know
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the time it's take corrodes.
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I'll describe my pain
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you don't stay in my thougts
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fascination
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among these tears
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find my blind eyes.
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Praise of a blind child
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praise of a dying flame
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I will feel forever
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your sweet taste.
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Praise Of A Blind Child
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| Aseidad |
