She who would want not but destruction Deserves not but life deduction Taken down from her high rock For, we no longer can simply talk Too good for me Too proud to yell I look back somberly, On all that Hell Now you drop your eyes Like the December pleads Won't you Love me? When you Loved me Ah, ah Insanity you plead
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