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Secrets

The bell\'s are singing to me
the most beautiful song
Singing to me where to turn
Singing to me where I belong

The silence of the dead is telling me
about an eternal rest
Where noone could hurt me again
Made by my request

The smell of the air is reveiling to me
the deepest secret of life
and the princess is reaching out to me
handing me a golden knife.




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Publicerad 2007-04-08 22:08



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