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At the edge where the flowers are wicked,
I want to be between the pages you read,
Whisper you my tale of a honey tragedy,
Black satin with cherry seams in agony.

There’s so much luck,
Stay alive and stuck,
Last bits of my blood,
Drink all of it up,
There’s so much luck,
Last bits of my blood,
Stay alive and stuck,
Drink all of it up.

Baby of the charcoal night,
Bath in the new moon’s light,
You paid your sorrow debts,
Above the cloudy cotton sky,
Come and find me by mistake,
In the place of pleasant death,
Kill me, I wish for endless rest.