Evil I do but good I want,
All I try turns to dust,
I thought I had given up,
Given up all to you,
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Taken by the wind,
love is lost in the mist.
Days old,
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Sky is turning dim
air is turning bitter,
burning cold against your skin.
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First flakes of snow,
Pour down from the sky,
In my memories,
Your love still remains.
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My hell is a place of solemn solitude,
Where you are all alone,
Where no one hears you call,
Place where hearts turn to gold,
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Autumn breeze,
cup of coffee,
same old song,
playing in my head,
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Flowing from the poets pen,
These words fly,
They stick to paper,
Just stains or something more?
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Shrouded hands,
Pressed against the glass,
The other side,
The other side;
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The wings of Asmodeus,
as they flash in the air,
lust is woken in the heart of men.
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Three crosses,
standing on the field,
two for the thieves,
one for the innocent one.
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