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 Nightwish
 Song Of Myself 
 [1. From A  Bookshelf]
 
  All That Great Heart Lying Still]
 
 The nightingale  still locked in the cage
 The deep breath I took  poisons my lungs
 An old oak sheltering me from  blue
 Sun bathing on it's dead frozen 
 
 A catnap in the ghost town  my heart
 She dreams of storytime  the river ghosts
  mermaids, of Whitman's and the rude
  harlequins, gigantic toys
 
  song of mea song in need
 Of  courageous symphony
 A verse  mea verse in need
 Of a ppure-heart singing me to 
 
 All that great  lying still and slowly dying
 All that great  lying still on an angelwing
 
 All that great heart lying 
 In silent suffering
 Smiling like  clown until the show has come to an end
  is left for encore
 Is  same old dead boy's song
 Sung in silence
 All that great heart lying still and  dying
 All that great heart lying  on an angelwing
 
 A midnight flight  Covington Woods
 A princess and a  by m side
 These are Territories I  for
 I'd still give mt  to love you more
 
 [3. Piano Black]
 
 A silent symphony
 A hollow opus  2, 3
 
 Sometimes the  is piano black
 Piano  over cleansing waters
 
 Resting pipes,  of bore
 Rusting keys  a door
 
 Sometimes the within is  black
 Piano black over cleansing 
 
  that great heart lying still and slowly dying
 All  great heart lying still on an angelwing
 
 [4. Love]
 
 I see a slow, simple youngster by a  street,
 With a begging  in his shaking hand.
 Trying to smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody 
 I do,  walk by.
 
 An old man gets naked  kisses a model-doll in his attic
 It's half-light and  in tears.
 When he finally  his eyes are cascading.
 
 I see  beaten dog in a pungent alley. He tries to bite me.
 All pride has  his wild eyes.
 I wish  had my leg to spare.
 
 A mother visits her son, smiles to him  the bars.
 She's never  him more.
 
 An  girl enters an elevator with me.
  dressed up fancy, a green butterfly on her neck.
  sweeet perfume deafens me.
 She's  to dinner alone.
 That makes her  more beautiful.
 
 I see a  face on a brick wall.
 A statue of  perfection beside a violent city kill.
 A city that  flesh.
 
 The 1st thing I ever  was a wandering
 Man  his story
 It was you, the grass under  bare feet
 The  in the dead of night
 The heavenly  of sky and sea
 
 It was us
 Roaming the rainy roads, combing the  beaches
 Waking up to a  gallery of wonders every morn
 Bathing  places no-one's seen before
 Shipwrecked on  matt-painted island
 Clad  nothing but the surf - beauty's finest robe
 
 Beyond all mortality  are, swinging in the breath of nature
  early air of the dawn of life
 A  to silence the heavens
 
 I want to travel  life travels,
 Following  permanent lead
 Where the air  like snow music
 Where grass smells  fresh-born Eden
 I would pass  man, no stranger, no tragedy or rapture
 I would bathe in a world  sensation
 Love, goodness and 
 (While violated and imprisoned  technology)
 
 The thought of my family's graves  the only moment
 I used to experience  love
 That  remains infintie,
 As I'll never be the man  father is
 
 How can you  be yourself"
  you don't know who you are?
 Stop saying "I know how you 
 How could anyone know how  feels?
 
 Who am I to  a priest, beggar,
 Whore, politician, wrongdoer?
 I am, you  all of them already
 
 Dear child, stop working,  play
 Forget every rule
 There's no  in a dream
 
 "Is  a village inside this snowflake?"
 - a  asked me
 "What's  colour of our lullaby?"
 
 I've never been so close to  as then
 I touched it's silver 
 
 Death is the winner in  war
  noble in dying for your religion
 For your country
 For  for faith
 For another  yes
 
 Paper is dead without 
 Ink idle  a poem
 All the  dead without stories
 Without  and disarming beauty
 
 Careless  costs souls
 
 Ever seen  Lord smile?
 Allt he care for the  made Beautiful a sad man?
 Why do we still carry a device of torture around  necks?
 Oh, how  your pre-apocalypse is
 All  bible-black fools living over nightmare ground
 
 I  all those empty cradles and wonder
 If man will never 
 
 I, too, wish to be a decent manboy but all I 
 Is smoke and 
 Still given  may I be deserving
 
 And there  remains the change from G to E minor