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The moon’s knowledge shines your eyes.
I become lost in other angles.
The silver blue gleam on that sullen husk,
an actress of ludicrous attraction. |
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Is this the end, oh infinite bliss?
Have you quit this plane for others?
Are we angels of the sweet promise?
Of these things please let me know. |
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Do you ponder still, see me as I am?
Is your vision gone with my heart?
Can you feel my longing dear one?
This doubt torments my thoughts. |
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Quiet here now angel,
My dagger made this so.
I have your vessel here forever
waiting for your return. |
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