"No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain
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Its impressions are unmistakable"
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Prithee... charm me fro' mine mortal guise
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I fear, by my throth, the evenfall o' youth
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May I succumb to thee and claim thy most vital kiss...
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So what are you waiting for...
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"What lack of movement! What ice!
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Nothing stirs me, nothing excites me...
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I ask you, is this pleasure? What difference on the other side!
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What tickling on my senses! What excitement in my organs"
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Fro' Aurora's bed, of gods eyesight lost, a sick man shed his tears
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Did I live dead or did I live at all when I knew nought but mortal fears
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The fume of my sighs draped the soil
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Intertwined with the fresh morning dew
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I bedevilled my name and succumbed to thy seductive flesh
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In hope to remember the view
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I taunt thee... daughter o' seraphs
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Oh, I bevail thy loss of innocense...
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I will write, by my troth, a sonnet to thee my beloved
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Haunting... I wander through the crowded streets o' London
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Dressed to kill and live and let live and leave traces o' red
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I think I'm kinda falling in love with you
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Oh, fair virgin... spread thy angelwings and crown me for being a madman
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Innocense and fear, mirrored in the savage eyes of lechery
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Sweet sixteen, sweet innocent colleen
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I crave the sweet, sweet taste of thy naked vulva
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Sucking, sucking... and so on and so forth 'til I besmear thy innocense
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Mesmerized by thy poisonous wine
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Ah, I fall in love...
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Traces O' Red - The Fall And Rise Of Vitality
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| Enslavement Of Beauty |
