I linger in my tale...
The tale of blood and warmth
I have to have a crave
And grave of Love so cold
Thy fangs, thy teeth are sharp
Thy tongue’s so calm and lost
The valediction is
So hot and pain for hope
Thee sag’st it is the need
I can’t believe in love
Because i’m close to thee
We’ll ne’er be apart
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