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The Text formerly known as Prince.

Standing on the ground, left out in the snow.
With a frozen heart, this place fits me.

NO!

Through the door of time, he sees me in agony.
The Lord of light, guide me in heat and cold, in ecstasy.

Science fiction in the holdings of reality.
Can't find the words in the depth of a dictionary.
Screaming of anger, crashing down the barricades of harmony.
I bid you farewell, and won't let you down.

Stop staring, thy eyesight shall be spared.
Stop breathing, my stillness won't last forever.
Stop standing, the floor will quake with empathy.
Stop living, I'll thank you for surviving my task.

Thanks...




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Publicerad 2007-09-04 00:04



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