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Whispers in the night Always lurking Obsessing Bright eyes in the dark Hunting She will get what she wants He sits alone on the bench Unsus..

Now I lay thee down to rest On a bed of rocks In your Sunday best On a bed of rocks With a blanket of dirt Cold to the world No longer to hurt..

Little girl standing alone in the rain Looking at the people pass No one sees her pain Sold for her body Her precious little life Sold for mone..

Kisses stolen on an icy night Meeting you was love at first sight Your presence burned in my soul Tearing my feelings apart Filling me with tormen..

Paradise is burning Flames of red Orange Yellow Engulfing the horizon Bleeding into steaming rivers Paradise is lost Two lone figures loom on..

Beauty lay spread out before them Spreading her wings wide Searching the crowd With her vacant eyes Roots spread from silken wings Anchoring he..

Dali again

Dali again

Another in the Dali inspired

Dali inspired