A woman come in the name of love.
A mother come because of love.
Suffused with an orange poison
Your face like a moon sound asleep in your heart.
Walled in by darkness and cold
What the matter with them?
Leaving one's heart to be scorned
And for once I withness heaven's work through the eye of Eve.
What's wrong with love?
And...I will surely return when the moon is full.
To ask again of her love.
Not for her, not for anyone.
But for my self, because I want you.
And its all.
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