° She sings in the quiet, (with a touch so forbidden) yet, you're floating on the surface of love's recognition ° She collects those treasured pieces, (the bits you've kept hidden) loves that you worshipped or love never given ° She embodies true desires (without inhibition) garbing sweet deaths with divine superstition
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"Their song, though irresistibly sweet, was no less sad than sweet, and lapped both body and soul in a fatal lethargy, the forerunner of death and corruption," said Walter Copland Perry.