Nothing and no one here is sacred, safe, or sane.
This building is practically haunted, practically my bane
But I canβt leave, oh dear, take me out of this storm and rain
I love you so, mi amor, but why
Mon ChΓ©rie, why did you leave me here to die
My moon, my stars, my blood, my hide
Youβve taken these, you are these
My enemy and my love, please
For once, set me free
Jβtaime. I love you.
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