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Mon amour, I've seen him there-                     the reaper by your side,His unweildy scythe firm in hand,                     ready upon hour to strike.J'taime, mon coeur,
I'm addicted to the feeling The animalistic violence Biting lips and sparring tongue's Fighting for dominance Gasping between hurried kisses Living in the moment Forgetting that time is passing
A cloudy day  
Hold me tight,   don't let me fallThe sky is still light,   the lark hasn't calledUntil then don't let go,   stay for this last hourStay until the candle is low,   before you leave my tower.
  I think I want to stay forever And be leaving all the time. I want to keep changing in this familiar place Until I run to the edge and falter.   I want to leave at midnight
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