dry dry
dry dead fly
there you lie
dearly departed
not asking why
like my imagination
sigh
why why
dry dead fly
while you lie
i'm drawn to you sir
that end being nigh
like my inspiration
sigh
dry dry
dry dead fly
there you lie
forever captured
immortal sucked dry
like my illusions
sayonara
bye bye
Waiting for some rain to fall... Miss Absinthe
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