| I am in the midst of an angels delight Spiritless but illuminates us all alight Through lips like cider or cherries or coal I am a cremation a death a new soul Her glittering eyes drip the love that she fiends Her razor blade smile will devour my dreams With the merry-go-round that I used to ride That was torn from the night in the blink of an eye And the city as everything falls fast asleep Like a lover who sometimes forgets how to breath With the shadows the loveless the music she sings With the harlot in scarlet who strolls down the streets I am in the arms of an angels delight Of a beautiful phantom inflaming the night Dance to our graves in embers and fright Consume me my seraph my lovely alight |
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