All The Devil Wrote.
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She Sings
Dead The
Sky In OurEyes withoutopening HerMouth..
Dead The
Sky In OurEyes withoutopening HerMouth..
Four Tailor
made Coffinscontained inOne Bleak Stare..taunting The Beast..
made Coffinscontained inOne Bleak Stare..taunting The Beast..
(until I let it Out.)
Now..
Do you See...why Love getsus Nowhere?
Do you See...why Love getsus Nowhere?
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Hell seems
more tolerableon Autumn Days..
more tolerableon Autumn Days..
Angel-Head
Tumble-Weeds,and Fiery Rains.
Tumble-Weeds,and Fiery Rains.
but it's Lonely
Here where I am King.
Here where I am King.
(A Prison
of Genius No SoulEscapes.)
of Genius No SoulEscapes.)
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So what if
I can't Sing?
I can't Sing?
Is there really
such Majestyin Love's fleetingNote?
such Majestyin Love's fleetingNote?
Life is A
Symphonyof Suffering!!
Symphonyof Suffering!!
(and that's
All The Devil Wrote.)
All The Devil Wrote.)
-Thirteen-
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