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When you look into her eyes Trying to find whatever lies Behind those dark stares, Under that cold skin of hers, Beneath the crown she had worn, All you can do is fantasize: What would it be like,
SIXTH SYMPHONY   Beethoven is a liar. He would have you believe that he wants you; but behind your back, he is glad to see you go.   Happiness
I'mlost in a melody,grasping at diaphanous notesand a hand that neverlet go I'mcomposing songsthat people love,but there's somethingthey don't know
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