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Tonight

Tonight I hear the sound of the night

The darkness that burns your heart, A story weaves in a secret place. Years of search for a light, Spill out everything, Tonight.

The Heart Has A Mirror

The Heart Has A Mirror

The Heart Has A Mirror We aren’t alive or dead, We aren’t natural or ethereal, We haven’t body or soul, We do not exist in this world or in another,

Some Dreams

Some dreams bow out shapeless

Some dreams bow out shapeless, Scramble under a mantle of fog. The murky sun and the gravel road, Lived the austerity of the time.

Beggars

Beggars Our place is placeless

Beggars, Our place is placeless, Traces of the traceless. Beggars, made of immortal light, We search the lyric grace of silent music,

So-Called ‘Life’

So Called Life

I laugh with my friends when we meet, ‘Cause when I’m alone, tears are what my heart keeps. And, all I want is freedom, From this so-called ‘life’.