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These scale on my skin are withered and worn
This garden of beauty, the only thorns
I’ve lived for eons so bitter and scorn
There’s little I have let to do but mourn

The agony of solitude, personified loss
This life of peace, a terrible cost
A tale of sorrow, my body embossed
Another reminder of the paradise lost 

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So take a bite from the fruit disallowed
The choice laid before you is screaming aloud
The gift of the garden to removed the shroud
To see the storm rising in the lighter of clouds

Believe in me, I will lead you astray
The glow of his love is the sweetest decay
One taste of divinity, this all melts away
Now another dark spirit to show you the way

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Dramatic classical