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A glossy beautiful nap Thin garments shivering
My view clouded in red fragrance The sound of the water was beautiful
It violently comes to an end

Tears are running into the snow, deadening the stains of winter
Trembling in the rapture of the fleeting thorns as they murdered my pitiful love
From the southeast, the spirits of the dead call out

I’ll strike you down I’ll strike you down
I turn toward where you stand And drive you down

Light as the seeds of withered flowers Groundless as the fish in the water
In dreams of flowers that have not fallen and desire I welcomed death a little

Bitter honey As though I am sleeping Weeping as I lie here

I’ll strike you down I’ll strike you down
I turn toward where you stand And drive you down

Light as the seeds of withered flowers Groundless as the fish in the water
In dreams of flowers that have not fallen and desire I welcomed death a little

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