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"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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