April
Thursday 15 January 2009 photo 1/1
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The faint blaze of the candle of my life slowly dying
like a fire in the pouring rain.
No sparks of hope inside, no shooting stars on my sky.
on broken wings, no flying high!
One minute you're an angel fallen from grace.
Next, the fears that I hate.
Pick me up from the gutter with a gentle kiss,
Then rips off my heart to show me, how black it is!
like a fire in the pouring rain.
No sparks of hope inside, no shooting stars on my sky.
on broken wings, no flying high!
One minute you're an angel fallen from grace.
Next, the fears that I hate.
Pick me up from the gutter with a gentle kiss,
Then rips off my heart to show me, how black it is!
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