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Wandering through the Night

Wandering through the Night,

Dancing with the madness hours,

I blow wishes of a magical knight.

Seeing the sound,

Listening to faces

I saw my past lovers

In old guitars speaking to me.

Take him as he’s weak and frail,

Falling whilst there’s still light,

If I shall walk alone with the stars,

To pick up my divine roses.

For Lust found me

Whilst I drank my own sorrow,

Made me lay down by his side,

Kissing me to Death.

I became Fire’s bride,

In a new moon’s night,

When the vagabonds get high

And Witches fly.


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