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Memorable
-Unforgettable
Memorable
Here in me the roses
of memory entwine
I draw my strength
from the last memory
unforgettable.
Here in me the roses entwine.
These roses of my memory .
I draw my strength
from the last memory.
Unforgettable.
Here roses entwine me.
These roses in my memory .
I draw my strength .
From my last memory.
In a single thought
Deeply pulled in by
a single thought.
It penetrates me
a flood of images.
A mixture of fantasy
and memory.
Which is like a world
which at the same time
exists next to this one.
The same thoughts
Why do I always come
to the same thoughts again and again.
The thoughts draw their circles.
A journey through the world of thoughts.
A tent created from memory.
This awakening from memory-
The fateful power of the sand.
This awakening from the memory.
This red sun fire
to the adventure of sand.
The tears that would shed,
the negative thoughts,
The doubts to defy
existed.
Strength in the fate of sand.
Awakening from this memory.
This red sun .
Go on a sand adventure.
Tears that are shed.
The fateful power of sand.
On burning memory
Run through the middle
the darkness of night.
Still burns in mi r
the memory,
so I run on and on.
A chaos inside me,
can deal with
what I am.
Does he find it sick,
the thoughts grow
grow further in me.
There is something different about me,
You must be able to understand this.
This sea of memories
I look out on this sea
inside me a lot of thoughts,
Will these memories
remain forever,
That I once again indulge in.
When I looked into your eyes
your memory,
like a storm.
The memory
paintings
The memory paint
their own pictures,
of the last thoughts
are not yet dreamed.
Memory pictures,
every moment again painted
the thoughts into it.
An image of my thoughts.
New thoughts arise
out of the memory,
the images from the past.
Breaks the memory
sadness,
but no tear fell
so much is consumed by the thoughts,
as the memory breaks in me
not in dreams
this light is found
of a hopeful time.
In my past,
I leave you behind
My path I have chosen,
Don't tell me
You're interested in me
When it's not so
You are a part of my past
But in the present time
I go on without you.
Look back at you
times back to you.
I miss yo
The way you used to be
But I know like this
It won't be anymore
A lot of time has passed
Enough time it is
Very much time has passed
Enough time has come
that I go on
and you back,
ace in my past.
The shadows in the mist
As you are I have
In this my book
in this book.
It is my answer to it,
why you are here now
in this place.
Your tears are followed
the farewell
from what was.
Your longing
is a single pain
without hope.
Your words mean so much
in this place of loneliness.
Hardly anything but shadows
cuts through the fog
that rises above it all.
The mirror:
See the mirror break,
go through the shards,
see how everything is reflected in it,
a play of colors made of light.
Like a mirror image, the dreams seem,
a world of their own,
one that too easily collapses in on itself.
Don't look into it, like a mirror,
these eyes could be too deep for you,
one look too many and everything could be different.
The darkness has fallen.
Time is broken like a mirror,
many crystals all representing a different year.
Now I look into the mirror of darkness,
the shadows are spreading,
at this late time.
You follow me through the darkness,
I am like a mystery to you,
which you can never fully understand.
Time:
Close your eyes and get through.
The days are numbered.
The path is chosen.
What do I actually want here,
but still I know
what gives me halt.
What counts is that one
the right way.
At the late hour she goes her rounds,
the path leads through the darkness.
When the clock strikes the right hour,
it's important to use time properly.
Soaked in icy tears,
like time passed,
but the future is given.
Here a glance,
there this moment.
It takes time
to understand everything
what is going on in this place.
Drenched in tears of ice,
serve memories,.
The path leads through the darkness.
When the clock strikes the right time .
It's important to use your time wisely.
Drenched in tears of ice, serve memories,.
Many crystals represent
all different years.
In the rubble go .
See how everything is reflected there, in the ocean.
A play of colors of light. This sunset.
Those eyes might be too deep for you.
Like an ocean so deep the eyes.
A touch of ash in them.
It went dark.
Time is broken like a mirror .
Many crystals represent all different years.
Stars are the chrystal of the night.
Confusion in me
Passing through darkness of the night.
It still burns in me memories.
So go on. Confusion in me.
Through darkness of the night.
The memories are still
Burned into my memory.
Please go on. my confusion
This memory will remain forever .
This sea of memories
Look at this sea .
I have many thoughts .
this memory will stay forever .
It's getting dark.
It becomes dark.
Time shatters like a mirror.
The many crystals represent
all different years.
Stars are crystals of the night.
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