One might see in Mina
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My disease
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But it is She who has infected me
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For all eternity¡¦
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As the sun slips the tearaway stars
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Into the scented scheme of night
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I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose
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Set upon a marbled dream of white
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So pure of thought like a Vestal statue
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Jewelled with a God-lent grace
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I was close to coming when She bid adieu
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Fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there
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Oh Mina, obscener
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Thoughts obsess my days
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Oh Mina, obscener
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Thoughts possess me
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That I must now obey
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They say the darkest hour
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Is that before the dawn
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When nothing in one¡¯s power
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Can dissipate the great forlorn
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Shadows of the fire that haunt me
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Like risen whispers of her name
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For dawn is a dusk
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Wherein needs must
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Erupt from the grave, aflame
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Written in the dead of night
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And riding on the burning wind
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Smitten by her read delight
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My words alight like leaves of sin
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Stepping through a mirror
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The princess on the emerald glass
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Brought me one sip nearer
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Love¡¯s infernal past¡¦
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They say Hell hath no furies
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Like a woman scorned by life
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When the Heavenly Judge and juries
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Participate to chain this wife
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With forced virtues, Her secret needs
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Drew on my foreign blood
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On warm wet night, with storm-wracked bites
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I gave her Eden after the flood
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Written in the dead of night
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And riding on the burning wind
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Smitten by her read delight
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My words alight like leaves of sin
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Verona, Marishka, Aleera
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Brides of old and goddesses all
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Forgive my wishes to be always near her
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Forever or whenever seas recall
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This Aphrodite from my embrace
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For as Mars (whom her lips placate)
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I tore these shores with wars of hatred
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Before our Paris set his fate
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In Helen, one might find a mistake
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In winning tragedy
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For all eternity¡¦
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I am still lovesick for Mina
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I am still so lovesick for her
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Lovesick For Mina
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| Cradle Of Filth |
