Fling back your hair and open your eyes
spread bright white wings to welcome the skies
an angel, you are, though you wish not to be
your sweet smile witheld, except unto me.
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Kissing death, his icey lips sweet, as darkness does enfold me.
An icy cold embrace
a cruel and lovely face
a lonely hellish space
but I'm in love with you
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Amante de Muerte
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