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ShadowsongSomber sounds of the keys are walking through the infinite.
The march of fight conducts the half parts of our hearts.
The voice of midnight's dirge, now is howling with
The rhythms of five heavy chords of guitars.
Cries of the moon, memories of the black,
The shadow captured me, bringing me
With waltz steps,
Towards the realm where I once were.
The sound of a beautiful organ
Is heard behind playing a missing song.
"The obscure waltz" runs with my steps,
And a high note sounds like a tear,
The tear of my beauty memory.
Now gone, far away from the realm,
I live no more near to my warriors.
Even if the horn plays for me an end,
The shadow of my never ending song
Will resound in the dark corner of me...
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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