Stroke Recovery Gifts

of the immortal Countess
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Every night
his image appears in front of my face, that image that inspires tenderness
yet evil.

Every night
appropriate time and appropriates
dream of my soul and my heart.

Every night in the depths of darkness
appears
melancholy soul exploring my thoughts.

Every night I feel your body
as cold as my feelings
his face pale from so much suffering.

Every night I feel your lips to absorb the blood
my neck
the red liquor which is fed
and every night I'm waiting for my torment every night I look forward

my suffering.

Every night in the deepest

every night every night I'm waiting.

thank J. Lord to dedicate this song ...

blood drinkers