00:00I come from the backstreets, not the gilded halls of the palace
00:02I cherish the wounds that the rich hide beneath silk.
00:04People say I'm strange, I converse with death without fear.
00:07A bottle, a sigh, the enigma speaks for me
00:11I was born in squalor, where fever teaches
00:13Smell of blood, of pregnancy, of verbena
00:16I count heartbeats, not prayers.
00:18The heart doesn't lie, even when you look around and get lost.
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