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The Gift |
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geschrieben am: 12.02.2006 um 17:23 Uhr
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How can you hear her crying from below
How can you feel her cold fingers on your skin
How can you know what she wants you to know
How can you see her white body, so thin?
What you feel is your gift
Don't try, there is no shift
It's a present, not to explain
It's no loss and no gain
You see what others may forget
You see it in your dreams, in your head
She's all wet from the water she's in
Her wide opened eyes, staring empty at you
This originated from a terrible sin
And she wants you to know what's true
Now you're in her cold grave Though you're at her side she is no more save You search and you find her cold hand This lake brought her her terrible end Now you can hear her dead
Heart beating in your head
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geschrieben am: 28.02.2006 um 17:07 Uhr
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| Hast du gut gemacht, mach weiter so. |
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