Crimson nails and a crimson mouth
Dense shadows of lashes
A walk so serpentine
O Florentine
My death you will be
As I lust for your touch
Devilishly divine
O Florentine
Under your gaze I tremble
In feverish passion
A shiver crawls down my spine
O Florentine
To have you is my destiny
The bittersweet welcome death
The end when you are mine
O Florentine.
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