I lost more I ever gained
far away, far away.
Thunder die, heartache cry
StarWhisper trance
Light and fags, hope and fear
Start to think and start to hear
my voice soft, wit and charm Off I rise, twilightNever saw such trembling harm
Cutfalling down so fresh and free Flat my voice, wake or sleep
I have met within my dreams
Never feel a calm so deep How can grief break the wall
to my long, long promised way?
But my sake I will break,
break in pieces never seen Senca, nevermore. Beauty, pleasure, youth
which one will I choose
to uphold my wounds?
Beauty, pleasure, youth
two of them to lose
to avoid my tomb.
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