| Windows, close your eyes to bury the light The little owl is screeching his song My heart is breaking into pieces My lonely anxious life is drawing to a close My long-suffering eyes are finished There's no peace in my nights My body is tearing itself apart, burning and vomiting blood Beauty, my love, nurse this tired beast My knees buckle like geraniums in the wind Beauty, my love, I'm dying, I'm dying |
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