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kiss the dream good-bye,
separation leaves a taste so bitter sweet
and for years you have clawed away at my flesh,
yet I still long to hear your voice and set my eyes upon you face
so I may bash it to pieces and laugh as the ravens pick away at the fragments.
separation leaves a taste so bitter sweet
and for years you have clawed away at my flesh,
yet I still long to hear your voice and set my eyes upon you face
so I may bash it to pieces and laugh as the ravens pick away at the fragments.