Till death do not part
oh how cold your hands have been pale skin, so pale I have yet seen. my love transcending further than life your beauty cutting me like a knife our love, an everlasting one yet ended I have loved straight yet you bended. bathed in your blood and tears your screams are music to my ears don't worry my love I will soon join you death shall not be our final adieu I hope to meet you again, promise place where we do not turn to corpses till death do not part painted your beauty as art for my love, both of us will decay yet the blood we bleed will stay
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