The ghost... I am... caresses reality the eye... you are.. devouring the light the blade... fate is... cuts deep in our silhouette into furrows of
sing you a song I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine And the choirs kept singing of freedom That cold autumn
go to the Festival? [FLORINDA] What, you, Cinderella, the Festival? The Festival?! [LUCINDA] What, you wish to go to the Festival? [ALL THREE] The
can't hear - as weakness wins my body Selling cheap my soul - and its bleeding heart Eclipsing the whole - planet, history and light... Part Three: Sometimes
can't hear - as weakness wins my body Selling cheap my soul - and its bleeding heart Eclipsing the whole - planet, history and light... Part Three
word And the perfect teen I gave him my heart And I wasn't afraid to fall Autumn leaves were breakin' 'neath my feet The dawnin' face had felt a tear
blew away A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes As if to hide a lonely tear My lift will be Forever Autumn 'cause you're not here 'cause you're
JOHN BARLEYCORN: A BALLAD (Robert Burns) There was three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath
Eternal suffering. Everlasting oblivion of tears falling into the dust. I want to die. But the three mothers don't grip my hand they want the cycle to
Flames grow higher Long after midnight, children awake Journeys await them, chances to take Run through the streets to the carnival grounds Hoping to ride the merry-go-round Three
tears I've never been so scared Calling for the other Searching for her lover Secrets she discovers Drain her face of color One, two, three, four,
away A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes, As if to hide a lonely tear, My life will be forever Autumn, ?Cause you?re not here ?Cause you?re
and dream of the days when I once was free The cleanest cumulus polluted and looted to fuel someone's greed Leaks your blood, sweat, and tears crystal
wind blew big wind blew Popcorn exploding is so beautiful repeat chorus Suddenly bright day suddenly dark day all things that are similar go to faraway places one two three of age four five six of age thousand autumns
sings Last week I caught three sparrows It was quite a day Now I'm bound for glory That's what they say I hear them talk about me Shedding tears upon
sing you a song. I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong. On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine, And the choirs kept singing of Freedom. That cold autumn
