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The phoenix "And from the ashes a Phoenix rose - with wings made of gold it gently touched me, a touch of relief. I was ready to start a new circle, hoping it would never come to an end. " |
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Never too late for hope" - the grey ice melted - slowly..." |
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SPRING Where is my world, |
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The beggining of my life bound, |
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Surrounded by light, |
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Wandering aimlessly around. |
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Hearing voices calling my name |
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While i hover, world`s dark stain. |
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Where is my summertime? |
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I`m longing for its warmth, |
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Far too long i shivered |
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In winter`s icy force |
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Clouds are above me |
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Mid air caresses my lungs |
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I let myself drift, waiting for spring sun. |
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Soft grass - but it hurts to go over it, |
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Pointed stings - running between i stick |
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Brooks are roading, the water blood red |
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Please let me drink, but i can`t, i`m dead. |
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Souls are screaming, mothers and sons |
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Are slaughtering themselves, am i teaching a dream... [Repeat 1. + 2. verse] |