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Pieces of hard water are falling from above,
They fill the emptiness of what we call the sky
With their strange yet stunning geometrical shapes,
‘Tis quite hard to see in this white obscurity,
As slow inverted steam settles down in layers.
It doesn’t make a sound and fits air like a glove,
It’s white and light and frail, and cold and wet and dry,
I wanted this so bad, it all seems like a dream,
Like the world itself is answering my prayers,
Drowning all my senses in this rare purity.
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White snow is falling,
Footsteps are crunching,
I know he’s stalling
And that I’m rushing.
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They come from the cold howling blizzard,
A magician from the Order Grey
Accompanied by a white wizard,
To prevent him from going astray.
Far away from his land, he travels,
Plenty mysteries he unravels,
Looking among many a question
For an answer to his obsession.
The ancient ones have long left behind,
In their temples worn out by the wind,
Secrets unknown, hidden to mankind,
Of which he is trying to unwind
The deeper meaning, to understand
Mighty powers he now has at hand.
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‘Tis a majestic bird of sun and fire,
Burning, bright and blinding, of pure white light,
Its divine image deep into my soul,
It shines upon me, never taking flight
But in my eyes soaring ever higher,
Making me once again complete and whole.
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Hey, how are you doing
Babe, are you doing fine?
Seems to me you’re dying
Inside, dread genuine,
Like you’re slowly treading
To the end of the line…
Remember, no lying,
I am yours, you are mine.
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Sous la lumière rose
De l’astre coloré –
Inspirant non la prose
Mais de courts vers rimés –
Tous ces gueux, sans triomphe,
Privés de leur gaieté,
Sous les branches du romphe,
Ce haut ciel piqueté,
Pauvres spectres de peur,
Seuls, fantômes sceptiques,
Tentent de rebâtir
Leurs petits cœurs blessés,
Car nul ne veut partir
Et tout, derrière, laisser.
De changer l’existence
Privée de tout repère,
D’achever leur errance
En quête de leur père.
Dans ce maelström d’étoiles,
En secret vénéneux,
L’existence s’étiole
Par poison lumineux.
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Will it come with a bang?-
Once echoes the last clang-
Or end in a whimper?
Will it yet come at all-
Answering the bells’ call-
To hush all this whisper?
‘Tis indeed a strange thing
That the end of the world,
All around dances, whirled.
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Hey, what would you rather:
Slit open your own veins
Or just shoot out your brains?
Whichever is faster?
Whichever deals less pain?
Oh, you don’t understand,
This not a last stand,
This is not about gain…
Whatever happens friend,
Once on the other side,
None of this will abide,
You lose it all, the end.
So tell me now, stranger,
Want to die together?
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Eh, a bit gloomy, I know. But what can I say, I felt inspired…
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The sun is setting, the sea is calm,
I can feel the warm wind on my face,
Come on, let us ride off together,
Let us ride one last time, my brother!
Things are going to be different now
And I truly hope, friend, that somehow
You are where you belong, you are home,
Riding a stallion of oil and chrome.
I’d never thought this would end so soon,
We had finally just found our tune,
So many things left to see, to live,
So much more friendship and love to give,
Oh, it has not always been easy;
Since the beginning, a rivalry,
Full of races and daredevilry,
But we looked past it, friendship blossomed,
And in the end I’ve grown accustomed.
God! Look, now I am being cheesy…
We have had our share of ups and downs,
We have had our lot of tears and frowns,
We have seen many loved ones coming,
Sadly, too many of them leaving,
Life taught us one lesson worth knowing,
Family’s the most important thing.
So you may not be there anymore
But you will always be here with me,
No matter how many pass a day,
No matter, my friend, where you may be,
Whether ’tis a quarter-mile away
Or halfway across the world, or more,
Our bond will remain strong forever
After all, we’re family, brother!
It’s been a long day without you, friend,
I’ll tell you when I see you again,
The sea is calm, the sun is rising,
Ride with me friend, a new day’s coming.
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“It’s never goodbye.”
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I do not really know
Why you are so afraid,
Just tell me what they show,
These visions in your head…
Hey why do you not come
Back with me into bed?
Get in dear, I will hum
For you a song instead.
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