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Your bloodied body is what I cling to. In
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powerful rain, they laid their heads to
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die. Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep the
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sights of me. It's sad that, in our blindness, we
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gather thorns for flowers. Your river holds a
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feast of danger. The suffering you have had to
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bear. I'd die for that moment one more time.
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The loved one falls below your ideals.
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Pleasure too safely enjoyed lacks zest. The
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brave lick their sickening lips. Rigid, handsome
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and a poet. A king in his passionate castle.
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Where now? Feed me! Hold me! Save me! Save
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yourself! Where now? Which way? Dear god,
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show me. Take your own. Struggle free! Arise!
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You're Ruined! Stand down! Your kin, piled
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thick around you. Save yourself!
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Your River
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My Dying Bride |