I.
I have seen, (have seen), 
Inside realities dreams.
Alluring women in nebulous white,
Bright.  Anfractuous gowns.

Billow on bridges, 
in the breeze.
Standing stark against the night.
And I was left in awe.
Awe of these.

Our obtuse disquietude of death,
Has filled our mind like a crack.
In our ignorant misunderstanding,
We have stained it black.

A symbol of our ignorance.
Of our vacuous lack.
 No comprehension or understanding 
of where we think we're standing,
When we look into the crack.

But would they see.
What I have seen.
Deep inside of improbable dreams.

Ohhhhhm.Death,
Iis not black.
 Neither darkness or night.

Death, is women. with eyes. blue bright.
Standing on bridges in the breeze.
In nebulous white.

Bridges

Unbelonging

m-mm-mmm song

This Thing Called Life - Lounge edition

Black - Late Nite edition

Girl Juice

m-mm-mmm song II

girl in the photo

Scars From Your 45's

You Must Love Me ( Evita parody)

No creeps. No shade. No promoters.
No sooky rage-quitters. Non-Monetised
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 100% Human Lyrics & Song Design: AliceDarkFae 
Al assisted vocals & music - no AI lyrics.

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