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Warn your warmth to turn away,
Here it's December,
Everyday. [small girlish echo:] I like that

Press your lips to the sculptures,
And surely you'll stay. [distant:] love like winter

For of sugar and ice,
/> I am made. I am made

It's in the blood,
It's in the blood.
I met my love before I was born.
He wanted love,
I taste of blood.
He bit my lip, and drank my war,
From years before, from years before.

She exhales vanilla lace,
I barely dreamt her, yesterday. [echo:] yesterday
Read the lines in the mirror through,
The lipstick trace.
Por siempre
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