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Post by Shylock on Jun 17, 2006 11:10:36 GMT 1
Hidden deep in your eyes there's a story to be told But I will never know what they have to say Where you have been and what you have done What made you decide to end it in this way
Until the dead speak Until your eyes begin to shine Until the dead speak Until your mind merge with mine Until the dead speak
So sweet is the touch of your cold, dead lips A connection of faith, a kiss of the souls As I lay by your side for that last goodbye Cold is the air I breath, light escapes my eyes
Until the dead speak...
(Written by: In The Mist)
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