(the old one) The moan... Who has remembered? Who is still able to remember about how they did dream and yearn Laugh and dance and then about how they
I open Heart for my eyes to see The skyline is so sad This morning it finds me cry With tears of uncrowned King...
Come and take me away Procession waits for ceremony White hearse among the trees And endless line of black hoods Nothing will break the solemnity First
I know the word you've forgotten And walks the roads you're frighten of All my dreams were nonsense for you I was broken by your emptiness But now I dance
Take me in the temple of the evening sun Coming from there where's no life's remained Only the glow reflecting in the eyes of phrentics By the name of
This day travels within the dense mist and awake this clearer sight as the birth of the night is seen... Though my mind wander like an stream beside,
I long for you As a flower for the morning dew I long for you As a hind longs for the running streams Frown on me no more And let me smile again Before
on destiny 'til she came floating by I felt like I'd always known her face Hail Mary full of grace You're drinking my lake dry But my eyes are streaming
the ship of the line comes into bay I'm just an island in a stream I'm all at sea, come rescue me I'm just an island in a stream I'm all at sea, come
I'm watching your grudging look With a dead pan expression on my face And inside Im laughing With the voice of the Devil You're just another hypocrite
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streams of whiskey are flowing I am going, I am going Any which way the wind may be blowing I am going, I am going Where streams of whiskey are flowing Where streams
reading the headline " One man of a yelling crowd shot a movie of his suicide " Noone tried to stop him ! No ! They just awaited his death In a stream
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live in mansions, sick and sad Some decay without the glory And never realize what they had I'm not wasting away my dreams In shadows and shade, love streams
Frozen streams and vapours gray, cold and waste the landscape lay... Then a hale of wind Hither - whirling, Thither - swirling, Spinn the fog and spinn
[Daniels, Bagchus / Daniels, Bagchus] Streams of ancient life flowing down below visions of the past enter your mind the past goes by as you sleep at
Only a breath of air when a man is dying You look at me and wish the hand is helping You follow the stream of emptiness with your eyes I dry away your