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Enchanted And In Silent Beauty - lacrimas profundere


...and than she became older and left her friend in admiration
studded with bitter tears sickening falls the colour
taste for taste drowning in the nectar of clouds
which pass the light blind and bleeding
as the summer ever walks through winter's woods
...those tales...
stay far from me I lie to myself... and still I wish
I woke up again in the shining of help freedom and immortality
I opened my hands and call for me... but any beauty has its thorns
in the empty pictures of your life surrounded by radiance.
in the dust of every little hope no one can see
what happens in the end and you didn't want to see dry tears...

lacrimas profundere

La Naissance D'Un Reve
...and kissed the fairytale-land with pride under the trees of lust the leaves pure shadows on me which shelter me from the darkness which I was I hold the dreams, within my arms thrash the earth, within my tears and heal my wounds in meadows of light forgotten in the drowning land now I leave my wishes but love conquers all... and every angel needs a tear to laugh calling the fall trust me, I...
Still drunken of spring's shining meadows and the myriads of flowers, we shut our eyes to the beauty and fell asleep ...and oblivion erased our memories of fall and blinded our eyes. Overwhelming were the days, as autumn embraced the land of zephyr kissed the sky with passion... But more seldom we remembered the perfume of a long withered spring and summer's caress faded like a candle in the w...
...and than she became older and left her friend in admiration studded with bitter tears sickening falls the colour taste for taste drowning in the nectar of clouds which pass the light blind and bleeding as the summer ever walks through winter's woods ...those tales... stay far from me I lie to myself... and still I wish I woke up again in the shining of help freedom and immortality I opened ...
Zeersetz in blassem litch, das werme gab schlief der mensch im lilienmeer scheinbar ewig wartend, aber werdend betrachtet von den auden derer die ihn liebten
Cras te victurum, cras dices Postume semper. Dic mihi, cras istud Postume quando venit? Quam longe cras istud, ubi est? Aut unde petendum? Numquid apud Parthos Armeniosque latet? Iam cras istud habet Priami vel Nestoris annos. Cras istud quanti, dic mihi, possit emi? Cras vives? Hodie iam vivere Postume serum est: ille sapit, quisquis, Postume, vixit heri.
...and there is no sun not then and never again gloss nativity desirable perfume of light flavourless silence the beauty of the gist ...but what is the gist nothing or everything embeded in lies about the real sense of life the poise between the beginning and the end ...but this is the last dance escape from this thorn undying enrich me please in my truth the slumber in enchantment deify the b...