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Ashes To Ashes |
| Making love to you is like a stately funeral procession, six black stallions, satin sombre glory and blood red roses. The world stands still as we proceed, slow march, one direction, no escape. It doesn't help to turn away and to pretend this isn't real. The mourners in their finery assemble now around our bed their faces white, their eyes devoid of tears, the worst has come to pass and now, there are no longer any fears remaining here. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, come I will, and come I must.
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