.Then At Will By The Pale Death With His Cold Hand, Who With Time Will Stroke Your Breasts At Last;
The Precious Coral Of Your Lips Long Past, Your Shoulders' Snow, Now Warm, Turned Cold To Sand
Your Eyes' Sunset Lightning, The Skills Of Your Hand, To Him Before Whom All Things Fail, Wil.
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