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■ Que faisons-nous de l’amour qui reste ? ![]()
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Deeper in the Dungeons
it's a spooky light in your eyes my Princess while you're waiting for the Knight... of Darkness, of Sorrow, of Yesterdays without Tomorrow, of Tears, of Fear, of Me not being Here... near you. What do you care about this Knight while I've got the Swords of Light, throughout the Dungeons you know I'll fight so we could make it through this night... Of yours... Higher in the Spaces I will fly you babe, left my broken dices soundless on the Land... of Free Will, of Destiny, of Pure sparkling Vanity, of Shadows from so far Beneath, of everlasting Death. What do you know about love anyway?! And...tell me did you ever kiss the rain?! Down in my knees you know I pray painting rain bows to find my way... Arrow of my life...
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