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By:Enigma

I see love, I can see passionI feel danger,

I feel obsessionDon't play games with the ones who love you

Cause I hear a voice who says:I love you... I'll kill you...

Loneliness, I feel loneliness in my room...

Look into the mirror of your soul

Love and hate are one in all

Sacrifice turns to revenge and believe me

You'll see the face who'll say:

I love you... I'll kill you...

But I'll love you forever

Loneliness, I feel loneliness in my room...

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That’s not the beginning of the end

That’s the return to yourself

The return to innocence.

Love - devotionFeeling - emotion

Love - devotion

Feeling - emotion.

Don’t be afraid to be weak

Don’t be too proud to be strong

Just look into your heart my friend

That will be the return to yourself

The return to innocence.

If you want, then start to laugh

If you must, then start to cry

Be yourself don’t hide

Just believe in destiny.

Don’t care what people say

Just follow your own way

Don’t give up and use the chance

To return to innocence.

That’s not the beginning of the end

That’s the return to yourself

The return to innocence.

Don’t care what people say

Follow just your own way

Follow just your own way

Don’t give up, don’t give up

To return, to return to innocence.

If you want then laugh

If you must then cry

Be yourself don’t hide

Just believe in destiny.

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A Thing of Beauty (Endymion)
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:

Its lovliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness;

but still will keep A bower quiet for us,

and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing

A flowery band to bind us to the earth,

Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures,

of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways

Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,

Some shape of beauty moves away the pall

From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,

Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon

For simple sheep; and such are daffodils

With the green world they live in; and clear rills

That for themselves a cooling covert make '

Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,

Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:

And such too is the grandeur of the dooms

We have imagined for the mighty dead;

An endless fountain of immortal drink,

Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.