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Evanescent beautyfalling in the windrain screams downthunder on stoneFine black,darkness calling.
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However much you listen, the recording is the same, the story is final, nothing is new.
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stamp a beat and swing me roundmy darling duck down now,trail around this nightribbons dreamily flowthrough the air they tail their endstaking you wit..
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There I see you wanderingin the corner of my eye, standing outfrom your crowd of flowers.Those magnificent colours are nothingto my delicate sunshine;..
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How she wondered round that nightthrough garden moonlight shining,hands running through fresh berryhair, falling flawless on her back.Bare flesh of th..
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Filtering through memories, you're watching tearsfalling desperately delicately on inky paper;they disintegrate what was.And while darkness clouds,tai..
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you can't begin to feel the pain I feelremorse laps tidily as waves blanketingrough grain, burning through grazeas bleakdisdain bleeds weakly out.Warm..
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Such a delicate creature, protected by its shell, which appears rusty, the finest metal, thin, so far uncorrupted.
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baby you run with expectations that you don't wait for, onlythe outcomeis written somewhere farand beyond here, is a life that you'll find is unbeliev..
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do not sing serenades; those bitter tongued fiends only hiss paced lies,and in my mouth, I taste a biting sharp cut. They left false tales I learnt to..
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