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At the gates of the passion flower |
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I knocked for love |
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And through its folds my soul |
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Only heard the rumors of love... |
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Beyond those crimson petals in the dewy postures |
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Softer than sleep |
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Splendor whispered through the tears |
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Chasing echoes of love from a thousand lovers |
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Rumors of love no one ever hears... |
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Love is deaf to wistful lies |
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Love is blind but never dies... |
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We fall like love |
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We fall like love |
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From the highest love |
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My heart falls into a splendid tear |
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My heart sings when the flower is near... |
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Battering the gates with the fire of desire |
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You've plundered their bodies for your lust |
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Thou now must rise from the cauldron of unholy love |
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Prising the truth from the ashes and dust... |
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Love is deaf to wistful lies |
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Love is blind but never dies... |
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We fall like love |
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We fall like love |
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Love is the wisdom of the fool |
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Love is kind and love is cruel |
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Nuptual love maketh mankind |
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Seeketh love and ye shall find... |
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We fall like love... |