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Well then:
I will paint you

But:
you will love me and get sick
I'll paint myself into your eyes:
the tenderness will put your head on the other side:
the thirst will extend your neck:
the ruse will stretch your nose:
you'll look at me through all drowned:
and you get sick:

Well then:
you will love me:
       but you get sick:
                     I will die:
                            and we will be undead in you








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