I love you to the moon and back
But my spaceship's out of fuel
I would cut the first rose for you
Though i would drown in the garden
Slip beneath the ice
To see my beloved
Cut her a rose
As thorns cut her too
The moon looks black
From this, my vantage
On the negative of a photo
With poison on my lips
While i may be immortal
None know such joys as these
The fire, the lonely suffering
'Tis why i seek to have you closer
I would be with thee
On the black moon of ours
Sharing our poison
Caressing black rose thorns
Yet all the while drowning
Slowly, beneath the ice
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