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Our souls would rather miss the moon
than the yellow sun
We crave for dusk more than dawn
We say goodbye when all we ever wanted
was hello
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Now I am, what I never want to be
Reflection of a monster in my eyes as you can see....

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I don’t want to sleep
I don’t want to dream
I don’t want to see your face…
Every time I close my eyes.
Even if you are sleeping next to me…
You are still in my dreams.
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One does not own beauty.
One creates it.
In their dreams,
They feel they can obtain it.

All alone, in a dark night's
rest.
All their thoughts...
Lifeless.

Cursed by change
Hidden by lies,
Running from the truth.
Beauty now dies.

They don't understand.
They don't really care.
Beauty now burns
Smoke in the air.

Years go by,
And age seeps in.
Beauty's worn out,
Life is giving in.

Death creeps up,
Beauty now cries.
You're all alone
In your beautiful lies!

Once they asked me describe your life...
I said my soul is living in hell
And my body in heaven....

I'm alone in this world without you
I swear that my heart doesn't want anyone else but you
My soul is coming out of me silently
Please don't go please don't go
Please don't
Please
Ple .....