No distance too far
To kill her this time.
She's a child of the stars
Who's ill with mankind.
When your porceline face
Becomes a glass jaw
And the ape on your back
Has it tattered and raw,
Blind and unspoken,
I'll still adore
Marred black and broken,
Your mystic form.
Though I've never seen her blood
I trust it still may flow
In that lush, untainted flood
My love will always grow.
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