</>My love, my dear,
I touch your cold flesh,
I kiss your blue lips,
and pray.
tonight you will come back.
to never leave again.
My love, my dear,
forever we promised each other.
Now, blood from the living to revive the sleeping,
come back to me.
To the gods of death,
I beg of thee!
My love, my dear,
your cold flesh grows hard,
your soft lips peel,
not yet, don't go!
stay here.
So I can see the color of your beautiful eyes once more.
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