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Twin perfect crystals stare into my soul
They see through my masks and lies, they slowly take control.
I am enslaved, forever bound, to the master of those eyes,
He consumes my entire being, when I sit and when I rise.
I am helpless to resist, I will obey any command
I will live each day and night a slave to his demand.
But can a willing soul truly be a slave?
It's my joy to serve my love until the day I'm in my grave.
Even after Death descends and claims me as its own
I will rise up from the dirt to serve his will alone.
All I ask, dear master, is that once in a while
You will grace my humble life with your perfect smile,
You will hold me in your arms, you will take control
You never let me go, together we are whole.
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