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the floating bridge of dreams
Saturday, 8 December 2007
in the night of the glowing irises
I first found out what loneliness meant.
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No title
drinking xi hu long jing
but there is also the refined voice - so familiar,...
what makes the day sacred
and the flowers for him are always dark red.
L'Amour, Le Dedain et l'Esperance
Or I'd crawl to you babyAnd I'd fall at your feetA...
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violinDance...
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Bruderschaft
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Lady of the Lake
the sleeping God
in the night of the glowing irisesI first found ou...
ueber gott und reh
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unter so viel lidern
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I vanish
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