And so the dreams break;
Those eyes were fickle and fake,
That fire in them was just a Sun's beam,
When in my heart appeared a dream.
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I cherish thine image inside of my shatter'd heart,
And I cannot forget thee; for me ‘tis too hard.
And now I am too drunk to aware my pain,
But I will live for sacred love again.
...
I feel Thee in my dreams again,
They're full of anguish, full of pain
Like tortured soul of emptiness
Or frozen life of loneliness.
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I look for Love to feel alive
And be prepared for Death;
But Love is to my soul deprive
Of life, of fire, and breath.
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I thought you were the light in my life,
I thought you were the mint in my mind,
But it was just my empty dreams,
Of dark my soul coloured beams;
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I want to see thy face again
Before the death of my exhausted soul,
Before the Gods take back this all -
From my cold breast this purest love and pain.
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My life is in thine eyes!
They art so pure and clear
Like skies of blue so near
And cold as coldest ice.
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Give me thy hand
And I shall clasp it at my soul
And I shall never let thee fall
And turn thy life into the sand…
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My friend, my bosom is for thee!
My heart and soul belong to thee again.
I have detached away my pain
With these cold storm and purest rain
...