It is the end of all hope
To lose the child, the faith
To end all the innocence
To be someone like me
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No will to wake for this morn
To see another black rose born
Deathbed is slowly covered with snow
Angels, they fell first but I'm still here
Alone as they are drawing near
In heaven my masterpiece will finally be sung
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Mandylion without a face
Deathwish without a prayer
End of hope
End of love
End of time
The rest is silence
Casa a Literaturiljei, a poeziljei shi a culturâljei. Ânyrâpsea sh-hârsea-ti di articoli, eseuri, prozâ, poezie clasicâ sh-antritseri (concursuri).
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