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