- My pleasure to meet thee in eventide rays.
Thy deadly affection… Remember my face?
We tried on the lace in our former connections
We drank too much passionate intoxications
And swore: never should we desire for more
But here we are, my beloved, my foe…

- Oh, oui, I remember: we craved for possession,
We kissed and we bit, and we smothered by chord
But still can’t escape from délirante regression
And here I stay, being stunned by thy word…

- My pleasure to hold thee… How long were you mute?
How long were you silent, my delicate lute?
I see, there are strings which ring downcast
The polish’s required, the paint, the rest…
Believe me (my intricate insinuation),
Thy song will be sounding with pure delectation…

- Et oui, j’entend, je vole et scintille!
How could I deny!
- Oh, thou art so fragile!
- How could I conceal… rather feel!
- Rather kill…
- My life is a tear of mirrored affection…

- Rosée de rose… on the moment of lips
My pleasure to meet thee, my gratification…
‘twas pleasure to drink thee, now hush, dear, sleep…
Thy dormancy whispers elusive sensation
I’ll treasure inside, like a beautiful love
That only in death is a continuation…

- O non, j’entend, je vole et scintille!
How could I conceal… rather feel!
- Rather kill…

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