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I trace your cobalt veins
Your skin so cold
Like the harshest winter rains.
But still I hold you though you're long gone dead
I could care less
I just want to be fed
By your caress.
Your skin so cold
Like the harshest winter rains.
But still I hold you though you're long gone dead
I could care less
I just want to be fed
By your caress.
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