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From the grave

If I fall from grace
The light that hides my face
My father from his pit of darkness, 
Will his bones rumble and break?

The heart is a frozen chest
Obscure reflections light it’s surface 
The paintings of the moon and the stars 
Will love warm the colours of a love night?

What the eyes can see, 
And her hands can’t touch 
My mother in the winds
Will your breath fill my lungs?

The whispers are unending
The language of the cold
Your lessons I may never learn
For the streets are so much different now

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A guitar may cry

Because his lips are moving,
The sound of a tender song he whispers,
Endlessly on the door of your heart

The sun is rising
My lover, won’t you open the door?
It is bright outside,
And the sky is beautiful

Just the way you are
Cause you’re amazing
Just the way you are

The night is silent
My lover, won’t you open the door?
It is calm outside,
And the stars are beautiful

Just the way you are
Cause you’re amazing
Just the way you are

Because his fingers are wounded
The sound of an ending tune as it fades,
His broken guitar may cry

May be he will leave,
My lover got charmed in the strings
May be,  she will open her door

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Crimson

My soul feels cold
My eyes blind
What is, seems not
And what wasn’t, came to be

The veil of ignorance
Trapped in my illusions
These cuffs from the past
Eating flesh around my ankles

If only I had listened,
To the winds from the future
The Black Swan I saw,
Floating down a drying stream

The road we walked,
On shelling mines under our feet
A brother I lost
The only sister to care

Only to cry on my shoulder
Before she turned and walked,
Into the horizon
With my hands painted,
Into the crimson of the falling sky

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