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| Тема |
 Phantom Lover |
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Фaнтoм (Сянка) |
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| Публикувано | 22.11.04 22:13 |
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"Phantom Lover"
In my evening dreams of bliss,
I feel your burning kiss..
Strains of your sweet refrain,
pound incessantly in my brain.
You wear the elusive mask,
that takes my soul to task.
It's always there in the
silent mist
The quiet stillness that takes
its fatal twist.
From this stage of life we
try to run,
Ever searching for a perverbial
smoking gun.
Never ceasing till the finale'
is over and done.
Will my tortured and tormented
soul never rest?
Will you always put my will to
the acid test?
Cast your spell on someone new
I plead..
No more can I live with this
consuming need.
That which once ran through my
fragile vein,
Is now, nothing less than
endless pain.
Freedom from this curse
Is at best the very worse.
So farewell, my sweet and
mellow memory dear.
With the light of dawn, you will
quietly dissappear...
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