I watched the youth, dripped from my face
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As I cut her free upon the water.
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My name reversed is loneliness,
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Increasing [of born?] to slaughter
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Well loved and she still left me.
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Her laugh, brief and vile.
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With naked foot I give chase
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Mile after soury mile.
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Why is this for me?
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She Heard My Body Dying
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| My Dying Bride |
