Love runs through your body
As if you had holes
And then it vanishes
And the church bell tolls
In mourning, in grief
Death of amour
Veil of lace-ebony torn;
Stockings that hide
Flesh pain inside
Coffin lowered
Into its plot
Empty of body
Nothing to rot;
Brown eyes that search
Frenzied on fire
Fureral of love
All but a liar.
As if you had holes
And then it vanishes
And the church bell tolls
In mourning, in grief
Death of amour
Veil of lace-ebony torn;
Stockings that hide
Flesh pain inside
Coffin lowered
Into its plot
Empty of body
Nothing to rot;
Brown eyes that search
Frenzied on fire
Fureral of love
All but a liar.
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