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The Dark Tears Of Miss. Saigon (Act I of Act III)
Oh, my love, your fair maiden in the bosom of thy night
When hats are lifted giving the darkness its beckoning light
Come to me the token of my love as I have sold to the pit of abyss my yearning soul
To feel your chilled lips upon mine as the cold night of my maidenhood consoles
Hushed whispers of pleading voices to ether cry out to throes of hell
To be worshipped with one lasting embrace one lingering kiss as deep, wet as a wishing well
In remembrance of earthly breath-to-breath bones to bones now devoid of humanity’s flesh
Thighs parted of longing until my tingling skin in dormant as the dead and the living essences mesh
Shh… I give you enteral life as I sink my sacrifices draining your lifeform
A love so virtuous, so true, and strong, vague memories cannot keep me warm
‘How in one night have we come so far’
Damaged love, lost emotions fallen from stars
Lament to the darkness worshipped in its vanity
Lying in a bed of shame tears cannot hide the stark of my reality
As the moon bathes high in the sky it croons afar from the emptiness of my heart
Blood rites I have atoned to touch you in the cloak of dark
Unrest to the beast who face greets me as an imposter with kisses all over me as yesterday’s work of art
Miss. Saigon an epic love story and tragedy of forlorn
Asunder sweet love songs to chant as sure as the winter is long
Cast pearls before swine
Feast of a tragedy, thy should not kill, a weary soul never to return in the dominion of forgotten time
Close your eyes and break this lucid spell
Free the residency of my spirit residing in the flames of hell
I shall expire in a blink of an eye
Silence haunts my mind as words minus the meaning of an earthly goodbye
If you have never seen Les Misérables or the musical, Miss. Saigon it is simply beautiful and a such a calamity love story both are worth a viewing or placing on your bucket list… trust me
When hats are lifted giving the darkness its beckoning light
Come to me the token of my love as I have sold to the pit of abyss my yearning soul
To feel your chilled lips upon mine as the cold night of my maidenhood consoles
Hushed whispers of pleading voices to ether cry out to throes of hell
To be worshipped with one lasting embrace one lingering kiss as deep, wet as a wishing well
In remembrance of earthly breath-to-breath bones to bones now devoid of humanity’s flesh
Thighs parted of longing until my tingling skin in dormant as the dead and the living essences mesh
Shh… I give you enteral life as I sink my sacrifices draining your lifeform
A love so virtuous, so true, and strong, vague memories cannot keep me warm
‘How in one night have we come so far’
Damaged love, lost emotions fallen from stars
Lament to the darkness worshipped in its vanity
Lying in a bed of shame tears cannot hide the stark of my reality
As the moon bathes high in the sky it croons afar from the emptiness of my heart
Blood rites I have atoned to touch you in the cloak of dark
Unrest to the beast who face greets me as an imposter with kisses all over me as yesterday’s work of art
Miss. Saigon an epic love story and tragedy of forlorn
Asunder sweet love songs to chant as sure as the winter is long
Cast pearls before swine
Feast of a tragedy, thy should not kill, a weary soul never to return in the dominion of forgotten time
Close your eyes and break this lucid spell
Free the residency of my spirit residing in the flames of hell
I shall expire in a blink of an eye
Silence haunts my mind as words minus the meaning of an earthly goodbye
If you have never seen Les Misérables or the musical, Miss. Saigon it is simply beautiful and a such a calamity love story both are worth a viewing or placing on your bucket list… trust me
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