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Your name is black ……?
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Time is calling for us my
friend,
We might leave but time never
goes,
Time is not simply a single
word,
Time is a fortune and time is
a rose,
You see it also a doubled
blade sword,
Time is for healings and who
knows the dose?
Time is the truth that never
could be faked…
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| Are we staring at fog? Are we under the sun? Or we claim infinity! Or just run to none! Why don’t you feel that? The heart turns to ash, The soul might smash, I doubt one word, Would mean it is done… |
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| Silence Silence is the frame, the core and the strain, Extended to the roof and back to the source, But silence is still the player in that scene, As words are extra and silence is the main, |
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| I do have an angel, I do have the flower of mine, I do have my inspiring temple, I do have my fresh musical wine, I do have an angel… |
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| Heart Heart is the heart, Once he talks, Once he walks, Or dare to go and fly, He might smile, And be happy once, In the dark yes, And tries to be smart, But heart is the heart, In lights would cry, |
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| You don’t need to say, Your smile is my gift, You don’t have to pay, For those feelings swift, Love is the ocean, Love makes the rest, Can’t you see! Just leave the eyes, In my heart to lay, Or here in my face! |
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| Thought I thought I’d never be back so quick again, To the heart grieve and torch, To the soul lost and pain, The days that you could, change and switch, Alas my hopes became now in vain, I lost the magic touch, Once sanity had left, out of the pale brain, The moment you said, to me now good-bye…. |
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