Michael Devant Biography

Endless stream of loneliness flow inside me,
So deep and cold and there is nothing to see...
Sorrow,
Fear,
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And with much disturbance, believe me that i can sing,
happily grasping the essence of life...
provoke me to kill my soul, and still i can stand,
clearly enough to pay my price,
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A whisper through the gleaming wind has spoken
Bitter, salty and swift it came and sprinkled
Unto those footsteps you left and the promise you have broken
I spread a little bit of hope in the sand that tinkles
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When you woke up early and saw the sun shines
Ever more brightly yet subtle and thin
And the clouds made a perfect abstract lines
As if they whispered in secrets to evenly match the earth heroine skin...
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As the morning unfolds it's glory
The remnant from what the night has left behind
Was nothing more than an old story
A simple memory from which life intertwined
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