| I’m killing my memories,
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| Stranded alone within this cruel labyrinth of grief
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| I’m probing into my soul,
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| Prey to the shades that bind me to dwell under eternal night…
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| My world torn asunder, I walk a dark path
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| No beacon to guide me…
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| Staring into greyness,
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| A nightingale doomed to sing his sorrow to the north wind
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| Caged, unable to realize
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| My thread’s spinning fast, unravelling into this hollow illusion of life…
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| Were you but a strange dream, a deceiving so real
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| A snowdrop alone in spring…
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| You’re the sun in my life, the star in my night, the beating I feel in my dreams
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| Inspiration that comes to my singing and reaches for heavens unknown
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| I still search for your light though from bliss I’m denied
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| And in shadows I roam without hope
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| Gentle sweetness has turned into ice cold,
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| Barren winter has knocked on my door…
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| Embers of bright passion glowed in your eyes
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| The circle is broken, our legacy dies…
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| Precious sun of my life, guiding star of my night
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| Beloved beating of my waking dreams
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| Not a tear will you she’d for our love lost,
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| Crystal shards bound to melt as white snow
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| You have shattered my heart, stained your soul with my blood
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| Burnt to ashes the wings of my dream
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| All the magic has gone with the wind now, but my sacrament will live on…
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| Forever… |