I gave myself up to a pagan goddess
With flashing teeth and smiling eyes
Our hands gripped together tight
Her breath was pure as a pale sunrise
The blood of lesser men and liars
Still flows in my meager veins
But I won't spit out her coy fire
Trickling inflamed lines hold me
She gave herself up to a lonely boy
With a heavy heart and unsure hands
Our souls meshed together in that night
My breath was pure like white sand
The blood of unkind men and mockers
Still flows in her gentle blue veins
But she wouldn't leave without color
Ecstatic dances freed her soul
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