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General info Manon
Truth or fantasy
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SomethingPoetry
Dark works of ManonNothing is leftA mages visiondeath
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Herold days
In the old dayspoetry II
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| In the old days When my words had a meaning And my life had a use Your heart belonged to me And your beauty was for me to see The million times that I confessed my love for you Have not been enough, so it seems Now your heart is sold And my bed remains unslept In the old days You were there where you needed to be Now you are away, I feel cold Life took another turn In the wrong direction, like it always has done There are no more tears to cry And no more words to say, you are gone Maybe you will return some day After the last piece of me has died And there is nothing left to take In the old days When you were my little girl Our love was like a mountain, big and strong Now things have changed And my love is an one way street I search the river for a waterfall That could carry me away from here Away from the pain that tears me apart Far away from the life that I have lived So that my sorrows would be forgotten In the old days When my heart was still alive It's every beat was ment for you Aslike the one that is about to come The last, my last heartbeat Take care my love Inside my love for you still roams |
 Death is amongst us |
 Pain is pleasure |
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