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All right
I will paint you

But you will love me
    and you will get sick
       I will paint myself in your eyes
           tenderness will lay your head on the other side
                thirst will lengthen your neck
                   cunning will stretch your nose
                      you will look at me through all the drowned
                          and you will get sick

All right
you will love me
    but you will get sick
        I will die
            and we will be undead in you