The death of my love
and the birth of my dream
they came together
and departed at the seams
life is my love
and death is my dream
equal oppisites
thats what it seems
making no sense
none at all
i am a Philosopher
the one, one in the Hall
the hall is filled
with Bodies, with dreams
it makes no difference
we all tear at the seams
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