Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
It hung heavy on the tree above your head
This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect
Give your immortality to me; I’ll set you up among the stars
Gloria,
We lied, we can’t go on
This is the time and this is the place to be alive
The sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
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