Friday, January 28, 2011


sweet revenge is spoken then
in the twilight it is gone
to living lies with no escape
hard,i would rather be alone

i press my fingers to the wood
to tell you of my dreaming
to sing you songs from olden times
to keep the love light anymore

cause there's a place where we can go
where we will not be parted
and who  alone will enter there?
only the broken hearted..

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