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Dagger Point
Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, when my bones shall be thrown: A thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there!
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Morning Star
Speak to feel the breath of ever life Where were you this morning star when I needed you the most Where’s the answer through the door, where are you my future days Breaking all the rules of life Where are you let truth be told when I’m needing you the most Breaking all the rules […]
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Living Tree Parts 1 & 2
There was a sacred lady so inspired who felt That every child should know how to love So daily laid a trail of light That clearly followed close Yet no one really understood That you, you loved the most Learning to love, learning to love again Learning to love yourself Know that the wheels are […]
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The Revealing Science of God (Dance of The Dawn)
Dawn of light lying between a silence and sold sources Chased amid fusions of wonder In moments hardly seen forgotten Coloured in pastures of chance dancing leaves cast spells of challenge Amused but real in thought, we fled from the sea whole Dawn of thought transferred through moments of days undersearching earth Revealing corridors of […]
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My Soul, Your Beats!
        mezamete wa kurikaesu nemui asa wa | Na manhã sonolenta que eu sempre acordo  eri no TAI o kitsuku shime | Eu aperto minha gravata     kyoushitsu no DOA kuguru to honno sukoshi | E quando eu passo pela porta da sala              mune o hatte arukidaseru | Eu posso relaxar um pouco sonna nichijou ni […]
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The Knife
                         Tell me my life is about to begin | Diga-me que minha vida está prestes a começar     Tell me that I am a hero | Diga-me que sou um herói                  Promise me all of your violent dreams | Prometa-me que todos os seus sonhos violentos    Light up your body with anger […]
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Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, when my bones shall be thrown: A thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there!
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