are my dream ... are my life ... Think
coming ...
The coming of love ...
causes me sadness ... Dull
...
And I feel in my veins the pain abounds ...
I feel in my veins, my soul
poisons your skin smell like honey ... With
your smile, as warm breeze ...
And with your eyes to them I blush ...
POISON TO YOU MY BLOOD AND TOXIC TO MY HEART ...
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