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by Lain Coubert Sep 4, 2007 category : Love, romance / lost love
When i stand with you face to face makes me weak with the emotions aroused in me If i could but paint your face as it is reflected on the sky your black hair as it blends with fire cold red lips as it blends with the crimson faced moon innocent eyes as it meets my sight... But your dark thoughts creeping in struggling with cold i know its not you but the beast behind the mask.