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precious-vervain

Published: Jun 11, 2011

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For I am a daughter of the Dark
Who longs for a son of the Light
You shall never show tenderness to me
But my passion for you remains undying

Shall you ever see me as I see you?
Or shall I always be in the dark
Watching, waiting for you to realize
How perfectly we belong

My love for you can never be
My lust for you is my curse
When will I ever realize
That you shall never be my forbidden love

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