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Pazar, Mayıs 28, 2006


Mother Earth serve cruel nature
Gaia's failing was letting these been
eternal tears of fragile heart
shattered into pieces of crystal
as i hold them in my palms
bleeding me more than hurting
the pulse become weaker
color of hope alter into black
as if fading as of the moment
you have gone...

tales of ancient crypts proving
real melancholies to die forever
i've chosen this destiny by myself
your words wound my skin deep
now the weary steps are stronger
to follow my bold destination
i have nothing to lose
beyond the edge of dark abyss
as if i will face up your heaven
where you've gone...

another dream for the Blind
beliving all seconds as if real
no dusk for my eyes...
don't know when to wake

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