I sleep in your arms your hair a lions mane
A miasma of slumber overtakes me
As I wish to feed you the blood from my vein
My love for you pouring out into the sea
And My urchins for eyes lay still and quiet
Leaving the noise of the world with the riot
I just stay under the sea with the leeches
To just stay under the sea with you in pieces
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