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Broken DreamsTalking to me is wasted breath; I hear not the words of mortals. / My eyes see not the world you see; they see a land of broken dreams. / I feel a strong cold wind, though no-one else does.

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memories...The fast falling rain slams hard against the old wooden windows / The wind whistles through the empty fire place / And lightning the only light that shines in the darkened room.

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RegretAn evening sky embraced with hints of red / A lonely path through frosted hopes and dreams / The silenced waterfalls now standing still

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Slowly...Slowly comes the crashing doom / As the gentle petals darkly fell / Slowly comes the crashing doom

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The SeasonsYou blew me off like an autumn breeze / Left me alone with dead leaves for my heart / Still as a statue, silent as a grave

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ForgottenA darkened room / An abandoned chair. / A worn out clock

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Summer SunThe warm summer sun / lightens up the dusty loft / hidden memories

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