Romantacism- a Harlot's Lament
Her passion
She fashions her passion
Strangeways
This flashing
She flashes MAD traces
Strange days
With secrets and magic
And all things fantastic
Soooo-
Delight me
Excite me
Tonight we
Just might be
Together- It's never
Forever- The same
I thought it was you
When I knew it was me
At first we were two
And then maybe three
Dancing with magic
And dancing so free
I thought it was you
Even Sorcerers bleed
Her passion
She fashions MAD PASSION
Strangeways
Doll- like exotic Erotic we play
The faces
She makes no mistake
When they're fake
And who would have thought
With these feelings I fought
That this time would so pass
In the hourglass so fast~
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