Love and Lust
We are the rose red flower,
Only present in the midnight hour.
In our bed of crimson lust,
We consamate our false trust.
True love this feeling is not,
Just a passion I should've fought.
Only present in the midnight hour.
In our bed of crimson lust,
We consamate our false trust.
True love this feeling is not,
Just a passion I should've fought.
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