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But once put out thy light, I cannot give it vital breath again.
It needs must wither.
You can pretend it's wine.
She's not dead.
You're in love with your mortal nature.
But once put out thy light, I cannot give it vital breath again.
It needs must wither.
You can pretend it's wine.
She's not dead.
You're in love with your mortal nature.