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by Dany Jun 22, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Angels sing in endless dark, They sing the song of my soul. This terrible sound I can’t stand anymore, The sound of rusted knife hurting your ears! This world is closing on me… There was a time I thought I was blind, But I only looked into darkness, Rather than those enchanting colors… There’s no time for reasons, Death is holding my hands, And it takes me in this fog. Now am I blind? There’s still a little flame burning in me, I must keep it deep in myself, My little precious ray of light. I still hope to let you free…