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Beethovens NightmareWatching his fingers hit against the keysBeethovens Nightmare
His eyes dream of the symphony he could see. Only feeling the rhythm of his heart beat
The soul of were his music starts
"Thump, thump" the sound of his heart
"Tap, tap" the sound of the piano Crying out the plea for a song
He wants the feel the floor sing
Banging his head on the floor
He cannot make a sound
Bleeding from his ear Only feeling coldness from a tear
Screaming the words that are misunderstood His ears unable to hear
The pleas he makes at the floor Of


Another Winter ComingThe leaf talks gently to the treeAnother Winter Coming
Of how much pain he will be in when he is gone As the cold steals it in the air The leaf cannot hold on much longer
The leaf falls gently to the ground As the tree will still stand He will say to the little leaf There is no pain or screaming
Just silence
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Yes, I speak Engrish.
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"Ich wundere mich wie weit es ist zu sonne wenn du ihr entgegen rennst"
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If she has to tell the story,
She tells it slowly
- ~AnUrbanNomad, "And They Didn't Sleep..."
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"Ich wundere mich wie weit es ist zu sonne wenn du ihr entgegen rennst"
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I went insane with brief lapses of sanity,
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"Ich wundere mich wie weit es ist zu sonne wenn du ihr entgegen rennst"
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"Ich wundere mich wie weit es ist zu sonne wenn du ihr entgegen rennst"
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a melting pot of truth and fiction
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"Ich wundere mich wie weit es ist zu sonne wenn du ihr entgegen rennst"
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