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as we die

as we die as we die another lesson time whinds the clock of flesh peeling from floors blood soaked off again with my head oh great creator of mystical art guide me get out of my way charge me with death of the flesh tongue sliced slivers talked me from the moon dance for me as she did dance for me as she does music box mystery play for me enter my dreams she comforts me softly myfingertips search her each brushing movement love is made here we are under stars bathe me in more of you as we die ?

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