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the reprise
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whole lotta other stuff
something about some visions
they seem to be
as beautiful as the blush on a rose
something about some sounds
they seem to be
as smooth as velvet
something about some fragrances
they seem to be
as soft as velour
once you posses them
your mind will
hunger for more
oil of roses
touch her gently
lick lips to once taste that honey
but the light leads to night
and hunger only
becomes a crutch for the lonely
in the darkness
moments before the slumber
nothing illuminates the purple night
it is darkest right before first light
so sadly welcome to the fold
she hears all the secrecy
about the sensitive spots that scar
fear grips breathing quickens
at the brink of suffering
panic is almost uncontrolled
but there she is, like everyone at this bizarre bazaar
chasing beauty, like the shine of a variable star
we can be cautious with our kisses
out of hand it is a hit or it misses
like all those pretty lies, the reprise of some unwanted surprise
