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16 October 2008
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Nocturnal poetry, Dressed in the whitest silver, you'd smile at me Every night I wait for my sweet Selene But, still... Solitude's upon my skin A life that's bound by the chains of reality Would you
I won't bathe in your moonlight, and slumber in peace Enchanted by your kiss in forever sleep But until we unite I live for that night Wait for time Two souls entwine In the break of new dawn My hop
Serene and silent sky Rays of moon are dancing with the tide A perfect sight, a world divine And I... The loneliest child alive Always waiting, searching for my rhyme I'm still alone in the dead of
As I wait for the time My dream comes alive Always out of sight But never out of mind And under waning moon Still I long for you Alone against the light Solitude am I In the end, I'm enslaved by my
Hidden from daylight, I'm sealed in my cave Trapped in a dream that is slowly turning to a nightmare Where I'm all alone Venial is life when you're but a dream The book is still open, the pages as emp
In the break of new dawn My hope is forlorn We will never meet Only misery and me This is my final call My evenfall Drowning into time I become the night By the light of new day I'll fade away Reali
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