Your name will walk the years
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of shame
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Your hands, my face, the look,
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the taste
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To gaze how fondly on thy
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beautiful face
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To fold thee in my great arms,
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my dark embrace
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In my arms I comforted her,
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and she looked up at me
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Weep did she and tried to
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escape. My mind she did read
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I held her face in my hands
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and winked my eye
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Whispering into her ear "now
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your mine"
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Her eyes, her cries, my
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thoughts, she dies
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Walk away, she can try, and if
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she does, she dies.
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One of Beauty's Daughters
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| My Dying Bride |
