- Play
the Music of Sorrow
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- A
torn piece of heart
- Is
bleeding the blood of pain
-
- And
the songs that I sing
- Accompany
by tears of torturous - feelings
- The
morning rime
- Make
my thoughts rigid
-
- I
swallowed your rigmaroles
- I
rinsed my soul with your compliments
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- I
rang the door bell of your heart
- And
entered the gate of your thoughts
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- A
rip roaring talk of future dreams
- Has
ripped my chest wide open
-
- And
I can only play
- The
music of sorrow
-
- In
this rigorous winter
- I
struggle not to cry
-
- In
restless nights like now
- I’m
still dreaming of your touches
-
- In
hardship like this
- I
learn to retrieve this self
- From
being ruined
-
- In
this only life
- I
left the spoil of torture behind
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- Author :
- Francesca
Von Reinhaart