between your thoughts and my dreams, we could find the meaning of life
Tender solitude breaking upon contact with the dark lady
who, speaking unknown words throughout a troubled land
came so near her death, at such a wrong time
that it vanished before her, feeling that she was unworthy to die so young.
Her punishment now, is that she may never break through.
She can only remain here, mumbling broken words of images ( Read more... )
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