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As I tore into my woman
The body accepted the sin.
I saw her dying there
Just below my wing...

In dies all over me,
Cascades of your black hair.
I knew the world's end;
I felt it,
True and rare.

[Soprano]

Rise from your slumber,
In my arms.

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Seven Times She Wept
My Dying Bride



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