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The wings of an angel, torn off, dismantled for loving a man with the whole of her heart. The soul of a woman now walks alone by the gates of "New Eden," or Asbury Park. The Devil's at the door, offering much more than she had wanted on her skin. She can't do nothin' but cry, and let him in. Sweet virgin, don't you see? You don't belong with me. With breathing as burden, life is versed in...cursed with pain. Death plays something more like the refrain. A gift half given, half of it written in blood, a dark crimson to prove she's alive. She reads the script then, hopelessly wonders why men have to suffer then see a demise. The Devil's by her side, offering a lie that reads like lovesick lullabies. His truth, one exception, that everybody dies.
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