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To feel the same, ergo could it diminish
Never felt wherein fatal might finish
The miasma myopia of my mind
Did not see that you were twined
Impervious to your porcelain profile    
Never felt the blow, broken field
Obtuse to the scene, exposé fibula
The portraiture of votre fragilité
No more discussion, vous êtes muet
Lutte à mort, the pain to mitigate
Contre la mer, drowning espère
Visage rococo where genus ends
And madman begins
Addlepated gaze where the madmen ends
And sprite begins
Oh Je suis si faible
 Pour ressentir la même chose, ergo pourrait-il diminuer
Never felt where mortals might finish
Oh je pourrais être faible
In my head you still dance the waltz
That embitters my thoughtless cranium
And they would do it unto you
The sun always rises at very odd hours
And I have don't sunglasses
And no one understands people
 No more discussion, vous êtes muet
Lutte à mort, the pain to mitigate
Contre la mer, drowning espère
Visage rococo where genus ends
And madman begins
Addlepated gaze where the madmen ends
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