Oh, what can I say about myself that isn't already known? How can I tell you about my soul when it's so much easier for you to give into the stare of my eyes? My gateways to my core. I shall be what you want, and ever more. With eyes of sunlit violets and hair of wild fire, let her breathe into you.

Strength to wash away even the greatest of sins is she, The keeper of angels we pray to thee.

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