man I’m strung out like never before my death songs bud ruby on my lips the voices of ancient lovers exposed in tender hearts and bloody groins sing the song eternal and their words breathe sexual in my hungry ears they know the sounds I long to hear theirs is the music of children’s laughter mixed with my own foolish lamentations those tears will always flow while the burden of love is loss but the love exultant shall not die together we shall make time in the choir celestial
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