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We have walked in ancient times And we've been burned for many crimes We have ended many lives But we never really died You have the sun, I have the moon

Beautiful foreign cities sometimes get under your skin, in that deeper silent inner place.The Brazilian golden sunset darkened in the mirror and I was left alone, estranged, exhausted, introspective – “ Elle a, ta chair, le charme sombre Des maturités estivales, — Elle en a l’ambre, elle en a l’ombre »

Singing like it's a full moon Careless now that he has you Turns you on to the right songs Promises that you're hooked on Sweet Ophelia,  When young blood escapes Vows that break Go up, up away