I don't want to hurt you
I don't want to hurt
Well, there goes a girl
I've learned to love to hate
An
Death dances slow, my dear
A step can take a day
A
Descarte's Daughter is now resting
At the bottom of the sea
Just
My lady of fate
She waits for the day
With that rose
And at the show
Where were you?
We played an empty stage
We
I loop the thread around my eyes
I pull them tight
I
Swing, hangman, swing your rope
Swing it for a while
I think
They cut down the orchard five years ago
And the sky
There are a lot of things you don't know
If you
You were born with your heart split in four
That's what
This must be a dream
Sing me a lullaby
Send me up
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