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sweetknuddelteddy
Helferlein
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W, 15
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Tue, 14.Mar.06, 21:18 Is it forbidden? |
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Is it forbidden?
To be hidden?
Or to hide
neither tears nor pride?
Well, I do...
true
But they never understand
Take my hand
Light my sun
come on and run
Towards warmth and candle
we will always handle
give us wings and give us height
turn the ride into a flight
Make him love me
make me free
Stop my worry
give me glory
We will own your longest street
it's the records we will beat
you will laugh and want me join in
but it's laughter what it's sin
you will stop, I will keep running
I will fall and see you stunning
it is me who's dying there
Corpses smell, so be aware
Leave me lying, go away
Angels will leave,
corpses will stay.
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sweetknuddelteddy
Helferlein
116
Wien
W, 15
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Wed, 22.Mar.06, 19:38 And for the first time in ages, who cried, was the moon |
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"Oh, you're back! I welcome that
Remember the evening when we first met?
I told you to laugh and to dance and to smile
Well, I think, you've been walking a mile..."
She didn't know how to understand
Just smelled the fresh air and nuzzled her hand
"Last time we talked is ages ago,
time suddenly rushes and never goes slow"
"I know, this is time, mystic and old,
makes your mates wrinkly and makes your mates bold.
But you, I notice, look better than ever,
What you did was really clever.
May I ask what was it you did?
Maybe I could learn a bit?"
"Nothing special, just listened to you.
Then there wasn't anything else to do.
You say I look good, but I really feel worse.
All I can think of is magical curse."
The moon widely smiled, gave her a glance,
and asked again if she wanted to dance.
In silence he suffered, when he now looked at her eyes.
He was the moon, he could see all her lies.
He realised that nothing had changed so far,
she still was the same, she still had this scar.
This scar in her heart, caused by nothing he knew,
he wanted to help her, but what can you do?
When someone's not ready to tell what he cries for,
when someone's not ready to open his door.
The girl stood up (was much taller than in the past)
started moving, not slowly, not fast.
And again the moon's eyes filled up with tears,
'cause with the girl's growth it had also been fears.
He liked her dance so much he could sing
And all his stars started to swing.
The whole night was shaking with twinkle and tune
And for the first time in ages, who cried, was the moon.
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