Love is a sort of madness I can imagine huffing I have no art In other lives, in other lives
Martyrs groan But I will not sigh All the universe melts away I will not sigh
I will not sigh Your soul is sound Your soul is sound
Your fatal flaw Your fatal flaw Your fatal flaw Your fatal flaw Your imagination No imagination
Love is a sort of deadly night shade It makes your eyes bright, enticified Sound shifts in time Love divine, love divine
Warp speed, lightening Love, gone with the stars All hallucination
Your fatal flaw Your fatal flaw Your fatal flaw Your fatal flaw Your imagination No imagination
Love is forgiveness Love is forgiveness Love is forgiveness Love is forgiveness Love is forgiveness Love is forgiveness Love is forgiveness Love is forgiveness
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