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Shadow ghosts, With ice-cold fingers. Come near me, precious. Come dancing, precious. Come dance a devil’s jig. Quieres mi corazon? Willst du mein Blut? Dance for your dinner, my precious, my love. Join the circle. Look at their smiles, my dear. So beautiful, so wide. Careful. They might swallow the world. Send us back in the dark. So warm, so calm. Suffocating womb again. Nothing but time. Pounding of blood drums, Calling us to dance. Take it slower, slower. Match the heartbeat, mi corazon. Feel the pulse, together. Twine fingers, twine hair, wide mouths to the sky. Feel the beat, mi amor. Feel the reaper man’s call. The beauty doesn’t last, But the dance, my precious, The dance is forever. My precious, My love, Mi corazon.
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Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 10:00 AM UTC
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Shadow ghosts, With ice-cold fingers. Come near me, precious. Come dancing, precious. Come dance a devil’s jig. Quieres mi corazon? Willst du mein Blut? Dance for your dinner, my precious, my love. Join the circle. Look at their smiles, my dear. So beautiful, so wide. Careful. They might swallow the world. Send us back in the dark. So warm, so calm. Suffocating womb again. Nothing but time. Pounding of blood drums, Calling us to dance. Take it slower, slower. Match the heartbeat, mi corazon. Feel the pulse, together. Twine fingers, twine hair, wide mouths to the sky. Feel the beat, mi amor. Feel the reaper man’s call. The beauty doesn’t last, But the dance, my precious, The dance is forever. My precious, My love, Mi corazon.
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Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 10:00 AM UTC
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