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