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ReturnAll hail! The phrase of tainted proseThe etchings that cover the rose Well of thought of you, must surely be denied For impure are the arts That are painted in your eyes Tonight, our lies shall be known, my faithless one Tonight, our lies shall be known And I'll await my heart's return Resting in the shadow of a tomb For a presence ever lost In the presence of forever: |