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And why in the world would you want him
You do not need to fight for his love
you do not have to fight for him
He’ll always be there in the shadow
Waiting for you! Will he?

So go on! Have fun! Waiste yourself
Among the the first bourn of the demons
Play With the light of your blue eyes
Play! Play! Give yourself to the world!
What would there be more beautiful
Than loosing yourself in the waltz
of the rivers of lust…

what would be more beautiful than
the cry of the one left to tell the tale!
the death of the storyteller