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Laid to the river Midsummer, I waved A "V" of black swans On with hope to the grave And though Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy onesCold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain.... So I swore to the razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins againBared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above onto me? For once upon a time On the binds of your loneliness I could always find the slot for your sacred keySix feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discoulours all with tunnel visionSunsetter... Nymphetamine