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Oh silent moving chill, it's looking bleak You're not mine to touch and I dare not speak I need your presence be you dead or alive My misery demands your company to survive The living, breathing corpse Whose shadow rightly before me walks Only in your eyes lies your soul And only in your arms am I whole So damn your father for loving your mother I curse him, for now I want no other The living, breathing corpse Whose shadow rightly before me walks Master of the round walls, still my heart It only makes my dreams fall apart Trap me in your courtyard of broken stone Oh it's cold and grey but I'll not be alone The living, breathing corpse Whose shadow rightly before me walks From Letras Mania