My eyes are aching to see
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the sight of the sacred grounds
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and ears are yearning to hear
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its sweet and whispering sounds.
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Let me tenderly view in disguise
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the landscapes of death in your eyes.
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I wither in front of your charm,
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I burn with a blue flame of pain.
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In a state of fragrant alarm
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I forget what is lost what is gained.
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Let me burn, let me hurt, let me fly
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through the landscapes of death in your eyes.
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You've a scent of October wine
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and your face has a light of its own.
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Come join the unlit soul of mine
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in this nebulous twilight zone.
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Let me kiss the white of your hips
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and the landscapes of death on your lips.
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In the darkening calm where we dwell
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the most beautiful things are unseen.
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I must strain to see you as well
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as all the dreams that you ever have been.
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Let me search, let me walk, let me find
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the landscapes of death in your mind.
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Every time I inhale you I weep
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for our passion and pleasure and pain,
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for the secret we both have to keep.
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And I know it will not be in vain!
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How long was the time that you knew -
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once I'll come to the landscapes of death
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in you?
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Flamescape
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| Whispering Forest |
