Not a day goes by

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Death waltz around,
holding my hands,
I can never let go,
Of this bittersweet romance,

A tickle on my heart,
A chill down the spine,
Everyday I yell,
"you're mine!"
"you're mine!"

Must I believe
In her scariest tales
She is my eternity,
Only towards her
I sail....

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