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a lyrical "play": Peony's Delight
Peony's Delight
In a small meadow just outside of the city
The two souls so opposite yet alike in their curse
Fall spell to the erotic scent of peony blossoms
He softly touched her alabaster bosom
The scent of foreplay is so pleasant to the senses
The magic of this moment, will fade far away
And never be known again
Until it passes do not talk like that
It seals our fate
The passing hours turn into minutes in hindsight
The secrets are revealed, and all sins are made as virtues
Why do you recline in the glen of sin when
The odour only completes the love
Somehow the time has come for us to part and pass into the night
It is for the best, but I will try to remember you in the passing days
The passing minutes turn into hours in the moments of dazzling love
The truths are hidden, and your virtues feel as sins
Why not recline in the glen of sin when
The odour only completes the lust
Even as I feel your hand depart from mine I know the truth
These two paths will collide once more
Fallen victim to the scent of peony
You are a foolish romancer, dazed into dreams of true love
But I see the truths passing by us
This memory will fade like the peony flowers
black=narrator
red=Madame Arachne (woman)
Blue=Cyan Vangel (man)
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