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Seven Times She WeptAs I tore into my womanHer body accepted its sin I saw her dying there Just below my wing It dies all over me Cascades of your black hair I knew the world's end I felt it true and rare We dance and the music dies We carry them all away As we glide, through their lost eyes You lift me above myself Arise from your slumber In my arms Your beauty took the strength From me |