Dying Saints
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I'm giving up my dears, my arms above me My guts trail behind like a bridal train

Dying Saints

I'm giving up my dears, my arms above me

My guts trail behind like a bridal train

I'm laying down my blossoms, letting petals fly

All my loveliness bending with the crying wind

No longer will I suffer for dying saints

Or hear my bones crush under carelessness

I can love no more for you, my dears

As it is you who taught me how to endure

The numb corpse kiss that is your neglect

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