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Why is this delight
Excused as nothing?
Is this the vigor
A vast decay?
This ugly state
I shall not answer
This nausea
I delve to slain
This only takes one moment
Could you explain your meaning
This majesty is no longer
A replica with no taste
May i admire
Your tinted cheek
This lobby of worth
I urge to keep
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You fiend, you friend, you confidant
You hold me against my will
I scurry and scant this hectic step
You climb adrift this boorish racket
This wire, this mane, this coronet
You hold me against my will
I rummage and sear this furious step
You climb adrift this boorish racket
You and me could ride this fleet
You and me could drive the sea
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Come let's probe these blackened eyes
Come let's smear this spectacle
Come let's slam on the light
This must soon be revised
Hinterland, i shall descend
Hinterland, i crumble within
I shall feel nothing
I shall be rinsed
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This frost you stand in
It draws on wobbled legs
This sway is stabled
I gnaw through your gate
You sort what I bend
You jar me for relief
This canter is guided
This room I pace
You hurry wonder
And fasten it in
You idle my forfeit
My dire you mend
The uproar is cautious
The error absent
This order is frantic
For the marvel you'll send
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There goes your body in a box
That is all i have left
Now this odor lines my shaking bed
There's no order to you
Come with me you dirty wretch
How does this duty send me relief
When i've been cheated of you
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There's the palest shape
Steady your weeping face
Put the pillow to your cheek
For i'm failing in your eyes
This funeral lies inside
My mourning head
What was, is now a wedge
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This state it cannot be sound
For seeing through
The day with fresh eyes
Try to lick these bits
Back into place
These tanks bore there wintry weight
To wake to these scraps of morn
It bears a stone
And that's what i've become
These legs are built upon a surly demise
We all reach for a hand in which we will guide
Let's sit quiet and we shall not stir
Your mouth is fragrant
And lassoing this room
And never is too long to date
Your crusty petals are prying away
Pails of cheer have become stains
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Air dives from your reach
You cover your mouth
Hoard your lovely breath
For which not to speak
You're always sweet
In the darkest days
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Your presence howls inside my ear
You lifted the ark from me
Now there's nothing i cannot see
A wooden tin, a hidden sleet
Throw the matches upon my bed
In this boiling light
It swims through this
Hollowed bin to me
Now you ring the bells
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