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as thine closed thy eyes with an opened glare
dwelling my spirit to the spire of your red sky

with your sensuous lips i drank my passion
seducing my hatred to prevail

i touched the written prediction of wisdom
by the naked sound of your pine

to form my sacred tree , waiting there
on the cliff of your portal , knocking

with my bloody hands , waiting there
watching thine opened glare

lifeless dying spirit one the edge of perdition
open your gate ...there is no point to wait there ..

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