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The poisonous engulfed ladies long for voluptuous delights |
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That hands indolently dispense, that hands indolently dispense. |
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Veiled skylights, violated flesh, chilling undergrounds, there, |
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Everything slides and creeps. |
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(I lost you, in this life, |
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Your soul is still wandering, from stone to stone. |
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Sleeplessly, I survive, between bark and moss. |
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I pursue the shades.) |
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My hand is straying under the veil that my claws are tearing. |
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Would it be the Devil who opens me ? |
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Would it be the Devil who guides you ? |
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(I lost you, in this life, |
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Your soul is still wandering... |
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I scratch some mirrors and search for you, under the green mud , |
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Without seeing you, in despair, in despair.) |
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My soul is still wandering, I wish I had lost the memory of your skin ! |
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I sank without seeing you, I drowned myself without finding you. |
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Bitten by witches I suckle the beasts which get drunk with my nectars. |