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Be it a spell
Be it my fate
Be it my train to hell
A date with death's a date

Yes I've heard the foreboding bell
The book yet a sad tale will tell
Death's inferior an angel to Loneliness
And tis fatal when Death's your physicianess
The child archer cherubim, your assassin
I'm helpless, powerless 'gainst this sin

Again I survived a kiss of dragon from her
Yet somehow she'll earn my trust on a platter
And every time on her bed of roses
She brings water out of rock like Moses

O! I am so confused
My wits they're all defused
My heart says let her in
And my head says no no no
Against my oat it's a sin
Yet somehow I will let go

She kills the savageness in me
And put me to sleep like a baby
I see them when I fall slumbering to her magic
Those blank scornish slavey days of mine
When I'd ask the blind familiar stranger
How could hearts how could love be this
Yet when she's near me I can't get my heartbeat static
This love is far sweeter than fine wine
In my mouth so sweet though I know 'tis vinegar
Somehow she makes it sweet in a kiss

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