Sing a song,
Cry for night,
Look deeply into a bleeding light.
Hold your heart,
Sell your soul,
Know of Darkness of enternal cold.
Live your life,
Say your prayers,
Know that my dead eyes,
Forever stares....
She speaks like an angel,
Her eyes are deep brown....
Her little heart is pure,
Its beating is a lonely sound....
Tell her I love her,
Shall I tell her not?
Do I write it to her,
Whisper in her ear?
Do I hold her closely,
When no one esle is near?
But her heart is already taken,
Stolen all away.....
And so my heart remains,
A stone lost in the river,
A stone made of grey.....
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