[whisper]</i> This paper have gone creased of all these dripping tears of mine
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[whisper]</i> but I won't change it so that you'll see my grief
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The grey cloudness heaven weeps in its painfull anguish
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the mistfilled morning outside is paralysing my mind
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my eyes are like to fading ravens on a snowfilled sky
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my features are as dying and fading as the rivers of love
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This is the pain called sorrow
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my scream echoes in the night
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this is the no-tomorrow
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my useless everlasting fight
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[whisper]</i> reality bleeds
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Snowdressed whispers gently fall down on silent ground if visions in
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beauty
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...ahh under the stars the ancient trees watch my cry
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the horizon is filled with black bird singing moaning songs
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as my last breath caresses my lips... watch me leave
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Who lays a thought on me now as I lie here forgotten ?
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my eyes memories have been wiped away
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the speech of my mouth can't be awaken no more
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my hair which once played with the wind have stopped it's game
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Don't wake me up !
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This Is The Pain Called Sorrow / To The Memory Of Me
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| Ophthalamia |
