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Tell me
It slipped vehemently into my darkest soul,
While beating to the rhythm of my heartbeats,
Trotting to the whistling melody of the hustling winds,
And beats throught the lyrical sounds of sorrow in the heat,
Crush these memories and fears,
Do dismember them from my hidden tears,
I need you to whisper to my ears,
That you'll plant those lights in my heartstrings,
In the veins of my desire,
Through the vessels of true hopes,
Breake those constant sounds of silence,
Which i can hear but i can't see,
Read me those continous nuances,
Show me the deadly requiems of my sealed hopes,
Save me from this deadly trapped of desire,
Vanish those angers and ires,
Promise me you would stay,
Even when our memories decay,
Tell me that everything is nothing but true,
And thus we shall walk down that silver foggy lane,
Looking at each other, Walking hands in hands,
As the sheer false illumination walk us through across,
But yet it's still too long way to fall,
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“When it's over, I want to say: all my life<br /> I was a bride married to amazement.<br /> I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. <br /> <br /> When it is over, I don't want to wonder<br /> if I have made of my life something particular, and real.<br /> I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,<br /> or full of argument. <br /> <br /> I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.”