| Born from silence, silence full of it
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| A perfect concert my best friend
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| So much to live for, so much to die for
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| If only my heart had a home
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| Sing what you can’t say
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| Forget what you can’t play
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| Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes
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| Walk within my poetry, this dying music
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| — My loveletter to nobody
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| Never sigh for better world
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| It’s already composed, played and told
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| Every thought the music I write
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| Everything a wish for the night
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| Wrote for the eclipse, wrote for the virgin
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| Died for the beauty the one in the garden
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| Created a kingdom, reached for the wisdom
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| Failed in becoming a god
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| Never sigh…
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| «If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it Remember only the verse, songmaker’s cry the one without tears
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| For I’ve given this its strength and it has become my only strength.
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| Comforting home, mother’s lap, chance for immortality
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| Where being wanted became a thrill I never knew
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| The sweet piano writing down my life»
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| «Teach me passion for I fear it’s gone
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| Show me love, hold the lorn
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| So much more I wanted to give to the ones who love me
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| I’m sorry
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| Time will tell (this bitter farewell)
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| I live no more to shame nor me nor you
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| And you… I wish I didn’t feel for you anymore…»
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| A lonely soul
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| An ocean soul |