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Although the baby died
Some time ago, -
Oh, diminishing pillar, How truly lovely you are,
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Love is a bittersweet bird Flickering out of your grasp
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So naturally soft that she can wane to inexistence / Her long and slender, pale-white body thickened / I love to fondle, allow her to caress my cheeks. / She wears a radiance of flickering crown / Over fluffy tre
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It's dangerous to play with fire...or words.
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It's dangerous to play with fire...or words.
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