

Enchanted MourningTear-born bloody bitter riversEnchanted Mourning
Now are flowing through my heart Loneliness with ice cold shivers Stabs my soul that breaks apart.
Endless nights are now my days Clouds are darkening my mind Since your sun-like golden rays Fear to shine upon my kind.
Your charm is mastering my soul Your absence aches - the pain's untamed For me, the bell will always toll My eyes to yours are forever aimed.
Withered, my hand, without your touch Is trembling in need of a caress Deeply it craves and misses much For you to hold it as to bless.
Love your screenname.
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"Why do I have six screens? Because I don't have room for eight." - Terry Pratchett
It is a certifiable fact that everything good in life is either illegal, amoral or fattening.
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