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Song Of Myself

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 Nightwish
Song Of Myself
From A Dusty Bookshelf]

[2. All That Great Lying Still]

The is still locked in the cage
The deep breath I took still my lungs
old oak sheltering me from the blue
Sun bathing it's dead frozen leaves

A catnap in ghost town of my heart
She of storytime and the river ghosts
Of mermaids, of Whitman's and the
harlequins, gigantic toys

song of mea song in need
Of courageous symphony
verse of mea verse in need
Of a ppure-heart singing me peace

All that great heart lying and slowly dying
All that great heart lying still an angelwing

All that great heart still
silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to end
What is for encore
Is the same old boy's song
Sung silence
All great heart lying still and slowly dying
All that great lying still on an angelwing

A midnight flight Covington Woods
A princess and a by m side
These are I live for
I'd still give mt everything to love you

Piano Black]

A symphony
A hollow opus #1, 3

Sometimes the sky is black
Piano black over waters

pipes, verse of bore
Rusting without a door

Sometimes the within is piano
Piano black cleansing waters

All that great heart lying and slowly dying
All that great heart lying on an angelwing

[4. Love]

I see a slow, simple youngster by a street,
With a begging bowl in shaking hand.
Trying smile but hurting infinitely. Nobody notices.
I do, walk by.

An old man gets naked and kisses a in his attic
It's and he's in tears.
When he finally comes eyes are cascading.

I see a beaten dog in a pungent He tries to bite me.
All pride has left his wild
I wish I my leg to spare.

A mother visits her son, smiles to him through bars.
She's never loved more.

An obese enters an elevator with me.
All dressed up fancy, green butterfly on her neck.
Terribly sweeet deafens me.
She's to dinner alone.
makes her even more beautiful.

I a model's face on a brick wall.
statue of porcelain perfection beside a violent city kill.
A city that flesh.

The 1st thing ever heard was a wandering
telling his story
It was you, the grass under bare feet
The campfire in the dead night
The black of sky and sea

was us
the rainy roads, combing the guilded beaches
up to a new gallery of wonders every morn
Bathing in places no-one's before
Shipwrecked on some island
Clad in nothing but surf - beauty's finest robe

Beyond all mortality we are, swinging in the breath nature
In early air of the dawn of
A sight to the heavens

I to travel where life travels,
it's permanent lead
Where the air tastes like snow
Where grass smells like fresh-born
I would pass no man, no no tragedy or rapture
I would bathe in world of sensation
Love, goodness and
(While violated and imprisoned by

The thought of family's graves was the only moment
I used to experience true
That remains infintie,
As I'll be the man my father is

How you "just be yourself"
When don't know who you are?
Stop saying "I know how feel"
How could anyone know how another

Who am to judge a priest, beggar,
Whore, politician,
I am, you are, of them already

Dear child, stop working, go
Forget every
There's no in a dream

"Is there a village inside this
- a asked me
"What's the colour of lullaby?"

I've never been so close truth as then
I touched it's lining

Death is the in any war
Nothing noble in dying for religion
For country
ideology, for faith
For another man,

Paper is dead words
Ink without a poem
All the dead without stories
love and disarming beauty

realism costs souls

seen the Lord smile?
Allt he care for the world made Beautiful a man?
Why do still carry a device of torture around our necks?
Oh, how rotten your is
All you fools living over nightmare ground

I see all those empty and wonder
If man never change

I, too, wish to be a decent manboy but I am
Is and mirrors
Still given everything, may I deserving

And there forever remains the change G to E minor

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