You mean you want to drink her bloo— oh like that nvm
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From an original called 'Misery, my friend'
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Better with skin 👌 (Usually)
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My Dove
Why do they look at me?
When I look at thee,
Want us apart,
Says my heart deep.
Almost like Annabel Lee. (Except you're alive ye see)
When they whisper in thy ear,
Do they tell thy we're just queer?
Our intentions too unclear?
Our eyes too frail to see?
Hearts too young to feel?
Whatever you're told my dove,
I'll be waiting for thy love,
Waiting at the doorstep,
Till Eternity shies to stub.
If you don't need me yet,
Don't you fret,
I'll wait for you more,
Just don't say nevermore.
So fly away my dove,
Find me when you find my love.
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Ele
Here we are love,
Waiting to be avowed,
There I see you move,
Walking beside the rested crowd.
You look no less than any to be,
Whiter than a white washed bower,
As the brightness approaches me,
I see how I've cherished every hour.
Eyes staring deep, we stand unsheathed,
Our hands tightening, we stand shivering,
Smiles as wide as can be, forgetting every need,
We may as well be crying, already leaning.
Every prospect and memory blurred,
Shadow of one over all,
Before walking back the arched,
Catch me if I fall, further leaning with applause.
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