To die in her constricting arms
Is a fate I’d accept;
Loosening my grip
On this ill-fated rock
To die
Again and again
At her command
Would send death’s true nature
Away from my mind
At least
For a while
To die in her constricting arms
Is a fate I’d accept;
Loosening my grip
On this ill-fated rock
To die
Again and again
At her command
Would send death’s true nature
Away from my mind
At least
For a while
Keeping the world immersed in stanza.
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