the sharp of your razor
with charm and wit
your heart a sprouting from hell
your blossom wilting and
with sway
and sing such

evilness

with loud and broadcast



and a cold shiver you bring
that I shal hav and feel
til death scream's

with sake

and call thy pityful name



but oh... ... and ooh
how do I stil love thee
from love

and with all my
love
and because of love

for let me count- the ways



"alora and alora's curse "


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