"Flowers are fed by the guilty sun
guilty for keeping the life command
winds groa to storms, storme bear further sons
thia is my breed... thia is my cycle of need...."My Repertory Of Grey
"Rearing the look from the sun
I would never know the latest
day I woke up in the cold broke
that I promised, fading away, my light...."In And For Nothing
"In the circle deep
lost me in this gold, gold black
a strong arm in these weak days just
an inner wish to be forgotten......"|
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