My belle,
my soul,
my creature of cofidens.
My tear,
my show,
my paintful life,
my drop of blood.
It's false attributions to you.
My false attributions of you.
Because i love you.
I'm blind,
i'm lost,
i'm foe of innocence.
I'm fear,
i'm grief,
i'm hopeless stuff,
i'm breath of death.
It's false attributions to you.
My false attributions of you.
Because i love you.
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