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Grooves blackened under my nails
Beautiful yet frailed
Parched tracks on my fingers disturb
Mood sinks

I need something good
Frigid state seems to subside
Come my sun and amuse
I'm waiting wistfully for your vernal rains

Everyone is eating me blindly
I try to cease the weariness
Inside of me
It tears me from inside
Quiety I beg for its mercy
And alone

I try to smile, but it seems just artificial
I miss the carnal sun
Blood tastes on my lips, wanna any?
Comfort me the sun

I need something good
Come my sun and amuse
I miss the carnal sun
Comfort me the sun.

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