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It's Bad Boy bitch, Scram Jones, the Clipse B I G, let's go Niggaz in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving
Here comes the reason I'm lonely I just saw an old mem'ry go by Here comes what looks like a teardop but it's just a memory that blew in my eyes I could
I never knew what I was gonna be Somebody saw what I couldn't see and lifted me up now I never thought I could be worthy of Lovin' under the sky above
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Arms of steel, hair of gold Royal blue eyes with a rebel soul You scared me, you still do But I loved you more than you ever knew This is my act of remembrance
In your fine green ware I will walk with you tonight In your raven hair I will find a Summer night Upon far flung soil I will run you through my head
In your fine green ware I will walk with you tonight In your raven hair I will fine a summer night Upon far flung soil I will run you through my head
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Draconian age, Typhonic dream Nuit lead the qliphotic stream The depths in mind where visions dwell Projections of an open shell Into remembrance we
I feel I come from better conditions buried deep in my mind I forgot awake my soul I want to find and drink this light Images of the past other lives
Since you've been gone it only rains from my eyes No blue skies I'm not strong enough to take the pain It cuts so deep, I can't sleep The shirts in the
Nana Mouskouri En recuerdo de tí Quien no ha llorado diciendo un adiós quien no lleva esa herida en el corazón que ni el paso del
Love, I am not surprised to find you here We've traveled through so many seasons now We've seen joy, we've seen pain and fear You and I, we made it through
Oh, how could it be That my God would welcome me into this mystery Say take this bread, take this wine Now the simple made divine for any to receive
(d. barbelivien/f. bernheim) Souvenirs de l'est Souvenirs qui me restent Que me reste-t-il de mes souvenirs de l'est Un sourire, un gest Un accroc a
This sweetness that surrounded us, and bled with us... We touched it, and it smelt far worse than weeds... I have touched winds... I have touched sorrows