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Sweet is the mind that carries me. |
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Under its breath lies tragedy |
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And when the fruit of passion lingers |
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On choicely scented fingers |
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On wings of doubt fly jealousy |
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And fruit of love |
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Sweet is that time that waits for me |
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From evil grows insanity |
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Morbid as splendour faked |
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This diamond for my wake |
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Is why I wait here patiently |
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And fruit of love |
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The fruit of love |
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The food of love |
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The fruit of love |
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The food of love |
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Loooooove, loooooove, loooooove |
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The fruit of love |
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The food of love |
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The fruit of love |
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The food of love |
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Swift are these wings that carry me |
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Under their breath fly jealousy |
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On wings of doubt they'll carry me |
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They'll carry me, they'll carry me |
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The fruit of love |
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The food of love |
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The fruit of love |
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The food of love |
