June 24th 2016
Hania K.G.
The sound 🎼of the first note, The beat of the keys and your heart. The unison 🎸🎺🎷🎹 of your Orchestra. The share of the waves and deafness within each soul thats given ✴. Time will become evident in its own form. This is the true nature of ones music, sound and soul being poured together! This is your Orchestra of Passion. 《¤ArkCrimson¤》
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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.
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