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Dreams I Remember

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TORONTOKYO, ooes - последнее лето x tokyoghoul

2101 - комета

WHITE PONY

The Death Angel Herald

ЛЮБОВ 04 (Bonus track)

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Fading in a world so bright,
Chasing shadows in the night,
Floating softly on a dream,
Whispered secrets, lost in steam.

When we drift into the dark,
Can you hold my fragile heart?

Lost in echoes, where we dance,
Fleeting glances, a timeless chance,
Stars above start to align,
In this moment, you're truly mine.

As we soar through cosmic light,
Will you keep my spirit bright?
 
In the silence, hear the sound,
Of our whispers spinning 'round,
Floating higher, hand in hand,
In this wonderland, we stand.

When we drift into the dark,
Can you hold my fragile heart?
As we soar through cosmic light,
Will you keep my spirit bright?

In the stillness, lose our way,
Chasing magic, come what may,
Through the clouds, we weave and glide,
In this fantasy, forever we ride.

When we drift into the dream,
Can you hear my silent scream?
As we fade like morning mist,
In this bliss, we still exist.

Floating through a sea of light,
Neon wishes take to flight,
In the echoes of the night,
We'll discover new delights.

When we drift into the calm,
Feel your heartbeat, like a balm,
As we twirl in gentle waves,
In this love, forever saved.

In the twilight, colors blend,
Chasing shadows, as we transcend,
Through the mists, our spirits soar,
In a world where dreams explore.

As we drift on clouds of cream,
Life feels like a lucid dream,
Floating softly, hand in hand,
In this wonderland, we'll stand.

Chasing Shadows

::: oft denk ich Nachts..

So am I

ya lo vi (feat. Pantera Blue)

The Highwayman
BY ALFRED NOYES

They said no word to the landlord. They drank his ale instead.   
But they gagged his daughter, and bound her, to the foot of her narrow bed.
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets at their side!   
There was death at every window;
         And hell at one dark window;
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.

They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest.
They had bound a musket beside her, with the muzzle beneath her breast!
“Now, keep good watch!” and they kissed her. She heard the doomed man say—
Look for me by moonlight;
         Watch for me by moonlight;
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way!

She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!   
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
         Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!

The tip of one finger touched it. She strove no more for the rest.   
Up, she stood up to attention, with the muzzle beneath her breast.   
She would not risk their hearing; she would not strive again;   
For the road lay bare in the moonlight;
         Blank and bare in the moonlight;
And the blood of her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love’s refrain.

Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot! Had they heard it? The horsehoofs ringing clear;   
Tlot-tlot; tlot-tlot, in the distance? Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding—
         Riding—riding—
The red coats looked to their priming! She stood up, straight and still.

Tlot-tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot-tlot, in the echoing night!   
Nearer he came and nearer. Her face was like a light.
Her eyes grew wide for a moment; she drew one last deep breath,   
Then her finger moved in the moonlight,
         Her musket shattered the moonlight,
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him—with her death.

He turned. He spurred to the west; he did not know who stood   
Bowed, with her head o’er the musket, drenched with her own blood!   
Not till the dawn he heard it, and his face grew grey to hear   
How Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
         The landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high.
Blood red were his spurs in the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat;
When they shot him down on the highway,
         Down like a dog on the highway,
And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat.

And still of a winter’s night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,   
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,   
A highwayman comes riding—
         Riding—riding—
A highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard.
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred.   
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there   
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
         Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

(; go read the rest of the poem ;)

The HIGHwayMAN

ya lo vi (feat. Pantera Blue)

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