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Paragon Of Beauty

Sometimes I am infinite Sometimes I am dead tired You have seen me there On the ground, without heartbeat Weird they are, the frail colours Of this impossible

I listened to the endless grey Nowhere, nowhere I stay I am too weak, I cannot cry So cold inside my heart I leave this world today You will not save

[A fragmentary scenario about crimson-scents and their manifold consequences for Utopia's flawless lily-oceans] Still I linger, gloom-wings emerge on

Ungezahlt sind die Tranen, die ich heute fur Dich vergossen habe. Ungezahlt sind die Abende, an denen wir zusammen die Sterne umarmt haben. Ungezahlt

Where beggars take cheques and children steal credit cards from the pockets of wrecks that lie the road. I came to in my future and that was just yesterday

Sweet moonchild have thou ever seen A snowfall day in summer green Undress your shame and probe the keys Dark fountain of my tragedies Like flutes we

Once upon a time there was a queen without a royal smile She used to watch the crimson stage when sun and sea collided One night the spirits entered

I have this vision true and wise Of a winter's gravedance dawning twice Painful life, joyful death I hail you under the spiritual flag Of the sunthorncosmos

Im Herzen ein Schlo?, verborgen und kalt Umgeben von Stille und endlosem Wald Im Herzen ein Schwert, erhaben und stolz Wer kusst meine Burg aus Sonnenholz