I’ll tell you of my hours in wreath
You know I was an anguished
In my disease, and poisoned by
The loneliness; escape from myself
Before I cry…
Antoinette,
My soul,
We had an all
But we had fall
Antoinette,
My lore,
I will remember
Every piece of your dark soul…
Before I die
I’ll tell you of horizon which I won’t reach
There begins the morning
But not for me… In pouring rain
I could try to come as you,
I could try to breathe with you as one…
You labeled me
Your freedom’s vice and lust
Of infinite sadness… I rid
Myself from fetter of the light,
I like to be beside…
Antoinette,
My soul,
We had an all
But we had fall
Antoinette,
My lore,
I will remember
Every piece of your dark soul…
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