I know it's possible to feel
Pulsation runs in your veins
One blood red and hot
That, under your skin, see
Ask your flesh now it now it
Thirst for thy countenance
And today alive and makes you drop
Vessels, small flowers
I've cropped and which today no longer be my
I ask for your soul now it now it
I pray and I know I'll never have
I bid farewell from your arms
I think of all I miss
Spare me your love scarce
But its the it to them, their eyes will not let me go-lied
His eye them, your eyes, your the it them to him