...and than she became older and left her friend in admiration
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studded with bitter tears sickening falls the colour
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taste for taste drowning in the nectar of clouds
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which pass the light blind and bleeding
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as the summer ever walks through winter's woods
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...those tales...
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stay far from me I lie to myself... and still I wish
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I woke up again in the shining of help freedom and immortality
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I opened my hands and call for me... but any beauty has its thorns
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in the empty pictures of your life surrounded by radiance.
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in the dust of every little hope no one can see
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what happens in the end and you didn't want to see dry tears...
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Enchanted And In Silent Beauty
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| Lacrimas Profundere |
