Northern eyes never meet
Finest shape of woman
The forest melts under my feet
I cannot stop death
Death is a dialogue
A burnt moon and a spying angel
Until ivy reaches my lips
Don’t say my name
Robins song
A sound deep in the grave
Rings through pyramids
A pleasant sting
Deaths banner stands
Like tomorrows sun
Sinking into every skin
Say goodbye to man
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