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(ich hoffe, es war okay, eine neue Diskussion zu starten?)
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Lost Prophecies

In a place where all the people
Store their madness and their treasures
I see poor Creativity
Buried under tons of dust
Struggling weeping
And taking her last breath

Goodbye my dear Goodbye my dear
I say to you with a silver tear
And wrapped in blue satin I see
Your sleep won’t last forever

In the attic of our ancient minds
I find the lost intuition
Half starving with a bitter smell
Behind the rocking horse of old
Would still have so much more to tell
But her face is pale and cold

Goodbye my dear Goodbye my dear
I say to you with a silver tear
And wrapped in blue satin I see
Your sleep won’t last forever

Inside the rusty carousel of thoughts
I find, hurt annoyed and caught,
My wounded love
Her eyes flashing black
As I hold her and sing
You can rest in peace now

Goodbye my dear Goodbye my dear
I say to you with a silver tear
And wrapped in blue satin
I can let you go,
You can rest in peace now

Ich fang einfach mal an.
Da niemand perfekt ist, sind auch meine Texte eventuell bearbeitungsbedürftig^^

"No matter what I do,
I don't know what you,
want me to proof.
What to learn,
& how to earn,
something from your lies.
Maybe hiding in disguise.
Is that some kind of advice?

It seems like I never knew you,
& you never wanted to,
be a friend.
You said it in the end.
to someone else,
you didn't trust as well,
that's all I can tell.
'bout you, 'cause
*
no one really knows you well,
that's how deep you fell."

Hat (noch) keinen Titel 6 wurde "zu Ehren einer Freundin" geschrieben. ;)
Ist auch nicht das einzige über sie . . .