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My Precious
Begin to say, painful day
Aha! You are myself!
Forget the past future is vast
But then you might be dead
And when by night, assumed the sight
The birth of thee undead
Now smell my blood, that you will feed
Never expect in green
Now you died, I have you soul and
You are mine!
Now your eyes, maybe shut but
No more cries!
Tasteful pain, that keeps me sane
Aha! You are my drink!
Dissolution for my conclusion
Green again I won't wish
Going blind, hope you will find
Do have to kill to see
Ending to say, (what) a pleasure day
It will never been seen
Now you died, I have you soul and
You are mine!
Now your eyes, maybe shut but
No more cries!
Tasteful and in green, what you have never seen!
Tasteful and in green, do I lean?
`Brows knowing your mean! Still I will never lean!
`Brows knowing your mean! Am I…?
Foul, Departure
For your soul…
Becoming green!
How, To catch her?
For she knows,
That I am Mean!
Cold, and freezing!
Poisonous blood
Inside of me!
Sold, and screaming,
For no good,
Is tying me!