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"and I know the world is cold" landscapes in my psyche the dying do not cry driven apart and blown away ohne Dich wird es Nacht a tear, blood from my soul I think, therefore I cry for you, hear me ohne Dich wird es Nacht if psychic balance is a sheltered palace see myself lost in the garden outside waiting for someone to come out what do you do so far away you are there in another life and your December dreams, your thoughts are mine I see Jesus behind a window-pane upstairs a part of this is a bit of you and when you wake up in the morning I'll be the one who smiles for you I fade for the Flower like an unfulfilled dream may you always remain to shine like I have seen I fade like a flower, like someone on a cross lit up, brought down, but love does cost From Letras Mania