- the Beast -
Sound like shaken steel
A powerful beast persecutor
All the painful nights
Gives bitter taste in the mouth
Our step in the shadow sustained
Some youthful dreams, drowned
Pain and passion go hand in hand
The jasmine cries, even in the sun
How deep and wide every second means
Free ourselves from the painful thoughts
21.09.2016
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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