Sleep, Columbina
Nameless in her nature
Unknown to my desire
Breathing nevermore
My skin is clean
My youth is restored
As the prime order of things
Have finally come into play
I lay desolate
Awaiting the death of all that's left of me
Because all that's left of me
has all that's left of you
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