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Where the shadows carress the mind |
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None is apt to revive the reason |
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Stroking, manipulating, craving to find |
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Attractive and irrestible is the temptation |
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My pure soul she tasted |
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And the savour inebriated her with desire |
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The only one to soothe her ire |
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This uncut jewel she could shapes without haste |
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She charmed me with her voice, soft as the night |
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A crystalline sound carried along by the wind by a man who starved |
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Queen of beauty and sensual delight |
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Nymph with an unnatural body, all of marble carved |
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The paleness of her skin |
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Blends oh so well with the clouds so white |
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But her soul, filled with an infinity of sins |
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Is like the darkest coal burried in the dephts of an abyssmal site |
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We gave ourselves to the pleasures of the flesh |
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In the ruins of an ancient cathedral |
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Where in distant times, bounds and ruptures were derived |
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Amidst shades of the pas and old memories of passion forgot |
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Under a timeless veil... |
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Where the shadows capture the minde |
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None is apt to revive the reason |
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Drinking, draining, yet loving in kind |
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Attractive and mortal is the temptation |