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Love sign on a tree
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2005-01-09  | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english]    | 



"I see the sky, so high above,
She loves me not, she lives for love
I do not know, I can not tell
Her eyes are cold and damp, just like a cell
I can not guess, what if I miss
For life is more complex than just a kiss
So I've been told, that love is true
But life is hard, so love is too
Be hard and true ? It can not be
I see a love sign on a tree...
Thus he knows love ?"

"You hide hide within a cloud and try to see it all
You are a child with a lost ball
If trees knew love, why shadow would we cast ?
Why would we turn green leaves into brown past ?
Why would we sit, for life is motion,
And sadly trees don't know the notion
I can't advise, but I can guess
That lack of movement makes your heart a mess
I do not know the soul and how it turns,
How eyes say nothing and yet the heart burns,
But i do know that you hate pain,
So all deceiving is in vain...
How far goes the echo of the cry
When, protected by disguise
Fakes laughter in an empty heart ?
How deep in must go the dart
Of pain - when you truly are alone ?
How many orgasms will you moan,
Just hoping for the one that makes you feel,
that you must rise and never kneel ?

To love and fear, or fear and hate,
The sick, disgusting thing called fate,
Why just accept it, why not fight ?
If love is great, if love is might,
Why do you stop, why don't you use
this power, and hide with an excuse
That you are tired, life is hard ?
And you wake up with just one card...
That says it all - that's it for you !
you're dead... and still without a clue...
So tell me this disgusting slob
Why do you whine, why do you rob
Your soul, and yet feel the right to cry ?
You rip your wings, then stop and sigh...

I have no eyes or arms to love
And all the hugs I get are from a dove,
I do not kiss... but how I would !
How would I fight, oh, if i could !
And if I'd weep, I'd weep of joy
For love, for beeing more than just a toy
With some regrets, and a lost soul
And some emotions mixed within a bowl
I'd be so happy, never blue,
For life is love, so love is true..."

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