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Absu - Fantasizing to the Third of the Pagan Vision
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Pour water on thyself Thus shalt thou be A creator of the sun Charon will inhibit his entrance The fields and dwellings of relapsing ruins Find thou thyself in every star Achieve thou every possibility Listen! Heed not the siren-voice of thought The fable of river #5 Deliverme athwart the earth Forsaken loam of wondrous slumbers Thee spiritual and thee fertile A spawn of full equilibrium But whose availeth is in this, For hereby there comenth impair
Facillis descensus Acherni Noctes atque dies patet Atri ianua Charnus Sed revocare gradun sperasque Evadere ad aurus, Hoc opus, hic labor est.
There was not a formal sepulcher Not one sector for the interment Throth with thee empire of hope All effects are welcome to Styx
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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