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Theatre Of Tragedy On Whom The Moon Doth Shine

I sense - I cannot sense, I am - yet! I am not - Once I kiss'd the image Of the Seven Angels of Death." "Yet as thou so didst, On my lips a kiss landed

[Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy] "O soft embalmer of ye still midnight, Allow me thee to adown, Of any sort thou fancieth; Each holdeth

: [Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy] "O soft embalmer of ye still midnight, Allow me thee to adown, Of any sort thou fancieth; Each holdeth

[Play by Raymond, Music by Theatre of Tragedy] "O soft embalmer of ye still midnight, Allow me thee to adown, Of any sort thou fancieth; Each holdeth