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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2011-12-17 | [Text in der Originalsprache: english] | I look out the window, it is raining continuously - In the Night's shadow frame Heart itself is a frame To Silence. Nobody can tell me the composition of Nights, This is, perhaps, an unfortunate combination between What I love and what I desperately fear - Oblivion. In cycles, Heart is laughing and crying - Loving the same man, In cycles, my heart dies and returns to life within One and the same Second. I know very well that you come with every morning Sheltering Spells of Light. I should therefore avoid Nights, the sound of this absurd Fear of Loss. It is good to sleep. To shorten the way to you By dreaming with morning wings.
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