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Emperor
Wink to maids Strip ya off Tie you beside “Relationship” reaches the point
To drink the milky wine Knee and kiss Be my queen Are you thyme?
Silk sheaths in vaults All tender and soft In the periods, altered Post it, awaits a nod
Harsh diamond club Scares the sheaths Strike in the sea Churn up waves and tides
Around the waist, a single club Stay up, tills scores paddy fields
Never mind Countless broken hearts
Without no knife Hearts hit ground
Broken heartssss…cry… Phantoms, misssss… the pillar
Enter the palace Pay your price Once, the maid always
Escape Too late Write some poets
Ha Think about it What option Live, the broken heart Or, lingering beauty phantom
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