I am thy mate, I am thy man
Goat of thy
In the shadow she stares
Escaping the world
In a
All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't
Stretched through underwater glass long and cruelly curved
Stretched through
I love you for the grief that lurks within
Your
They killed three little maids, to see what was in
Into the night I run and vainly seek your flesh
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