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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.
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