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stop this bloody rain

we have sinned mortally he affirmed on our tortured souls absinth in my drying throat forgive us we beg you on bleeding knuckles and knees morganatic dreams of submission heightened voices dramatic gestures morning trickles into summer crying birds of sorrow we slithered in false prayers stop this bloody rain

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