To lose your soul all your feelings...
So far awey from life...
Always so alone...
The more we here the more we want...
Break this bittersweet spell on me..
The game beginn.....
Close my eyes...
To send the scent of blameto the grawe...
I taste death...
I dream of the winter in my heart...
And bury me deep in inside your heart...
As deaf and blind...
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