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I breached the borders of your home |
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And everything looked as it should have done |
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Candle flame flickers and books unread |
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Round the crystal kept on an unmade bed |
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Flowers cut to shrivel and die |
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Like romance does and we both know why |
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With an artful flutter as if on cue |
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A gentle breeze brings the scent of you |
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I?m older than God and I live in your town |
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You shouldn?t raise up what you can?t put down |
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Those books that you pose with are more than antiques |
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When you search in the dark you should fear what you seek |
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Pallid in moonlight your shimmering skin |
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Is mine to caress you invited me in |
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The delicate architecture of your throat |
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Arcs sweetly away as my hands approach |
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Do you bleed diamonds |
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Do you bleed rubies |
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Do you bleed roses |
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A broken kiss and an aching sigh |
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Like a half heard end of a lullaby |
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A whispering chorus and a stifled moan |
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The jarring vibration of knife on bone |
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The stark composition of essence and parts |
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I gathered your limbs for a final dance |
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A silent waltz to your songs unsung |
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As the lifeblood seeps from your punctured lung |
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Do you bleed diamonds |
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Do you bleed rubies |
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Do you bleed roses (x2) |
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Oh you bleed diamonds |
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You bleed rubies |
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You bleed roses (x2) |
