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The piano burst amidst the dusk, As your violin stabbed its breast, I smoked away my thoughts, As my sins presented me new ones... In the cold imaginary street, Like always, my love lied discreet. I called myself a different breed, For I had an increasing greed, The greed of you, Silently grew. As my cold lips touched yours, We rode away on that horse, To seek a dimension, Where we'd slaughter any compulsion, Where there'd be no confusion, Till your acquisition, I wish not to break this imagination. Just for the sake of realization That I succeed in this love, My mad pegion, I wish to be your mad dove.