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We meet at dusk outside the manse du mirroir,
The duke of hearts arrives and through the looking glass we,
See the city right before our eyes,
And in the palace husk I sense your heartbeat,
And I would offer every breath of life I've claimed,
To have met you on some other day,
In some other world,
But these thoughts are only,
Diamond dust, washed out by crimson rain,
Now over streets we sweep with vengeful war cries,
The shadows blind to us matt black against onyx skies,
And with teeth like blades I enter stage,
And so we dance our dance, this fang ballet,
But I would offer every breath of life I've claimed,
To have met you on some other day,
In some other world,
But these thoughts are only,
Diamond dust, washed out by crimson rain,
But I am here,
And you are there,
And all the world's between us,
And as I tare,
Through bodies so repulsive,
Feelings, recollections of,
Kissing your lips,
I remember elderflower,
But everyone since,
Seems to only taste of decay,
And I would offer every breath of life I've claimed,
To have met you on some other day,
In some other world,
But here I stand,
Bathed head to toe in entrails of the damned,
Like strawberry wine,
But it seems you're only,
Diamond dust, washed out by crimson rain.
