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Never felt before
And now, an overwhelming sense of doom.
Naturally born in me, yet, never felted before
While enjoying, the silence with you
My precious, nasturtium…
Never felt before, I cried for vengeance
I wanted more
Never felt before, tried more own sense
Trusting sore
Cry for your lie
On your sigh
Now you'll die
For your
Insanity, of trusting me
Insanity, of becoming thee
Remember me, as I see
Craving me, sting of a bee
For longer fire, my desire
Remember me, as I see
Craving me, sting of a bee
For longer mind, my own kind
I know you as you were
Dripping and dripping green will
Becoming what you are
Killing inside for your
Never find my own kind
Never try to stop my sigh
Playing with my despair
But no more for care
Cry and rely that you'll die
(An) End to be free and my relief.
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