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A Bitter WindA Distant MelodyA Heart UnrehearsedA Kiss As Sweet As MangoA Love Has DiedAn Autumn Dusk At PlayArmands SongAutumns SongCalliope MusicCreature In DisguiseBible ThumpedDamn YouDeafDark Ebony 1For MGlassGreat MysteryHeartbroke TearsHis RoomIf I CouldI Knew You WhenI Remember VincentJoshua I RememberLegends In The WindLife Is At Its BestLost In AegyptLoveNightmaresMemories Of Young SummerMichaels SongOlive Gold Part 1|
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| The midnight sun is gleaming high, above the fogged earth and I. Where darkening dreams, like shadows, cling to a sunken heart which can't take wing. Darkest dreams, like absinthe rhine, moorish muck or swampy brine, Hauntingly seeping within my soul; icy claws shall take their toll. Where winter-cold, eternal dwells there once had been a summer's dale. Where sweet innocence, naively played; love and laughter hid the gray. Where amber eyes and autumn hair had caught my heart with loving care. But monstrous fate, to which we're enslaved transformed that glen into this grave. `Neath crimson leaves in fields of gold he and summer turned to cold. And with the cold they both did fade unto but a painful shade. But every night, while wild winds wail by enshrouded dark I walk a trail; from the deepness of my tomb to the dankness of his room. While in his room of stone and earth I relive the days of glee and mirth; days of joy where the sun had shone as I press my cheek against his stone. Amongst the earth and feted decay I find the strength for another day. For, there is not a moments gloom when I am with him in his room. |
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