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Sometimes the wind blows so light
She can’t even feel the storm of truth
That is about to lie on her shoulders.
Sometimes the day ..
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Chapter III drowned my faith just to see my face fade in the
dark,
I tried to drown my sorrow in the red water
So I could feel the lost magic..
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On the carpet of roses ,which lies on the white summer’s sky, she is making
her way, softly like a sweet dream breeze... and his smile, oh ..
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leaving childhood behind and getting ready for a new bridge of knowledge
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An ocean of remembered images and locked moments are being seen in the garden of
oblivion ,once full of
life ,through the empty eyes of a sprin..
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"the bright day is done and we are for the dark"
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Losing what made you feel alive, losing what made you realise what was real and surreal, what was love and hate, what was life and death.
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remember to live for love.
Lucina Blaga- În noapte undeva mai e
"În noapte undeva mai e
tot ce-a fost si nu mai e..."
"Somewher..
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It will lead you to a nowhere placeWhether you like it or not,May the woman above your graveWeep along with your once merciful song.She'll bury you de..
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