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Your name will walk the years of shame

Your hands, my face, the look, the taste

To gaze how fondly on thy beautiful face

To fold thee in my great arms, my dark embrace

In my arms I comforted her, and she looked up at me

Weep did she and tried to escape. My mind she did read.

I held her face in my hands and winked my eye

Whispering into her ear "now your mine"

Her eyes, her cries, my thoughts, she dies

Walk away, she can try, and if she does, she dies.