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Comments about Grace Cazella
winds whisper throught my ears
as if your voice were there as i lie in tears
secret thoughts on an empty highway
the blind darkness never sees things my way
the sound just seems to calm my pain
magic's works of wonders crossed by misery's sorrow
there's no soul left for the devil to borrow
sparkling dew drops drip from leaves
as salty tears drip down my face as everybody refuses to believe
crispy leaves fall like the tears that have fallen before
earth is full of hate right down to its core
magic one way
power another day
kiss my lively ...