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voor ons ermelinda en ons els

 

In this, my dark dominion, our everlasting night
I stand forsaken, lost without your light.
My hands are tied to branches, i live outside your tide
There’s no one here to hold me, i do belong outside.

The curve of what is coming does not keep me to this sight,
Because underneath your skin the gods do hide
The beauty of your being, my deep, your endless wide.

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