POEMS Blooming of the Black Orchid Heart of A Rosebud Passion of A Rose Heart of A Rose The Demolished Heart Black Peacock Royalty of Ice and Gold A Phantom's Murmur The Shiniest Moon The Family of Spirits Mysterious Clashes Fourth of July Dancing with Winter Listen to That Cold Stare Tears for a Fantasy Love Looking Into the Fire Songs of Love, Storms of Passion Friends Friends Friendship My Friends Musicians Sarah McLachlan Dream Cars BMW Z3 Roadster Links The Globe Geocities WBS Goth Babe of the Week Cooltext Troma MIDI Haven Jimi's MIDI Links	Like the weeping willow, I sleep, In a lion cage from the wild, Lying in perpetual light, I hate the morning, I hold a gun trapped inside my head. The moon is full, a chance for redemption, Hey, wolf-moon, cast your spell on me, Every day is Halloween, shall we trick or treat? I can't go out, my roots are showing I smell of burning leaves, there's a fresh Autumn breeze. A crimson pool, so warm and deep, It lulls me to an endless sleep, This endless life - this, the end of life? I awake, frigid statue standing icy - blue and numb, Cold winter winds, they chill my heart with sleet and snow, Then comes Spring, the light, it strains my eyes, The sun is yours, in Summer I lie in bed, I smell of burning leaves, a dark falling star. A swollen sun, it melts in the horizon, The light dies, with this do I live, Now the Eastern sky, it hints of dawning, Sleep, now, peacock with the black feathers.
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