You are not the one who loves me
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I take you from your bathing
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And I drive you.
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I am this rope
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Around your feet...
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And it's summer
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That bows it's head,
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Down the rivers of night
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He fathers great hatred.
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Oh, and the moon
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Plain in your eyes
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Wishes drop through the air
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And rip into the fall.
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Crowned with blazing leaves her hair
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And flesh,
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Limb and whole.
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You Are Not The One Who Loves Me
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| My Dying Bride |
