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[arrimazombie]

You are deep, like a river is deep.
You are sharp, like the flower is sharp.
You will break, as a twig snapping breaks.
I run myself into the ground for you.

You hate, O my daughter, you hate.
Who is a greater object of your hate than I have been?
But your love, O my daughter, your love,
Is like nothing in life that I have seen.
And I run myself into the ground for you.

The stars are a blanket that warm you in sleep,
You are deep like a river is deep.
The stars are my eyes that will watch as you sleep,
You are deep like a river is deep.