We cry
tears of joy
Kiss me and share when they're not preserved
And sever their necks with love
Cool,
cool blade, then the raging streams below
All machinery,
there's a heart in all things
That someone's daughter's where she sees their souls
Embrace the fireworks that rise up slowly
While a painter paints his own, own, own, own,
own, own, own, own
Your face,
pale,
lit up Picturesque,
your kiss neatly placed on my
chin
And tonight when we uncover skin
I want you to show me everything
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