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Rêvez moi, souvent, des fleurs et des femmes
Ce qui sont le plus admirablement tragiques à moi?
Que ce soit la belladone douce, ou vous..
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Collar to the wind, silent agonies fly by
Another "I'm fine" day, lost into the night
The smiles are ever present, the "hi's" and "how's your day"
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Listen as the night shuffles near
Smothering all in starlit fear
Featureless face of nightmares creation
The mirror tells the truth
Floorboards ..
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Under daylights waning light,
Succumb I, no more, to vengeful night,
Content within earthen room, nay door
Learned and feeble alike, are trod upon
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Silver moonlit strands of cobweb
Unto the cross, I begged
As memories, those ghouls of time
Reminded me of my crimes
The demons waltz within my ..
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A whisper, a breeze, as the day withdraws
Into the dark, to be reborn
And night begins its subterfuge
Upon the minds of me and you
Creaking tree..
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An experimental piece, obviously working on the whole " if you stare into abyss, it stares into you".
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She Burns....
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The world is a stage, and we each play a part
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We never take a moment to just stand still and listen.....
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