" flower in winter
soon to wither
a life in stone
to see it in bloom
whither do we bemoan?
sleep well april showers,
if ever in winter december
the snow's beauty veiled by cold.
do not mind the unmoving white
tip it over, let it fall once more "
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Friday, October 24, 2003
random words :
i want to get to the other side
maybe it pleases me more
you know the words dont mean much
but it doesnt matter at all
why now, why then
regrets and forgiveness; my sin
heed not the bluest skies
for it leads you to a tale and high
imagine with sigh
am i the passing time
am i the prentender
why
so you feel it's a crime
so you feel it's a care of my mind
why
the grace of death
something i'll never have
it's all i need
it's all i ever want
the grace of death
the death of me
a soul and a mind; my sin
why now, why then
please let me go now
please let me go then
please.
a care of if i do not want
a care of words i do not need
i just want to get to the other side
it just pleases me more
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