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When you're touched by the sound

Of Her eternal silence

By the nails of

Blood-red dawn

By the coldness

Of Her frosty bed

Just listen to that ticking clock

Live through your loves and hatreds

Loves and hatreds

Measure life in terms of time

And not time in terms of life

She's your last bride

When you're touched by the trail of

Blackest air's shadow

By the Sweet smelling

White flowers of myrtle

By the hair

By the constant births