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Little child of death and dreams, What can I tell you? Tanks and mountains And ragged orphans, Paint a picture. And the healin..

I used to believe You could feel me a million miles away. You know me, It’s so easy to touch you. I know you. I know whe..

From the slippery slopes of my dreams I grasp for your hand I see you crying in the icy city As you warm your bones near the apa..

By the time it all happens You’re old and gray Looking back on yesterday And never finding tomorrow Italian translation ..

Scrambling The air waves Scrambling Communications Observations Scrambling Conversations Scrambling Patterns In the brain Shaping The ext..

It was in the north…we had stopped at a holy shrine next to the highway…there were scarves, roses, and crucifixes hanging from a giant c..

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Tell me, How did it feel? That rush of adrenaline on realities reel Of a pointless drain? From an empty brain, Inflict the pain on such helple..

She’s smiles with elegant designs And flashes like a light too bright to see She portrays luxuries With raspberries She is what you’..

I will not be led by you Into that communal ditch Of lies and deceit. I’m not your common drone Stagnated and degenerate With blissful thor..