Till eternity it'll fascinateMy burning eyes, taste these wordsYou can't
And so you hide behind your thoughtsThe way to word
I could teach your tongue to tasteShe whispered, she, who
Pets of nightfall, fed enoughLonging flings to say helloRunning fast
You've still got time for that, they smileHave I been
Odd games he plays hereDoes not mean to harmSomeone stalks
It casts a light of beauty and graceSo now everything
The task todayWill be to bring forth laughter with dead
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