Melancholy
I walk the path of sorrow's maze,
Amidst familiar shadows,
And countless gloomy shades,
Trying to remember,
Sacred memories in silence fading,
And laughter faintly once beloved.
Where ghostly tears, a silver haze,
Cloud my heart aswell my gaze,
To form illusions true believed,
Of love, lost long ago.
Where coldly lies a moonlit lake,
Of ancient dreams reflecting,
And harboring on sorrow's wings,
Angel faced demoniacs.
Amidst familiar shadows,
And countless gloomy shades,
Trying to remember,
Sacred memories in silence fading,
And laughter faintly once beloved.
Where ghostly tears, a silver haze,
Cloud my heart aswell my gaze,
To form illusions true believed,
Of love, lost long ago.
Where coldly lies a moonlit lake,
Of ancient dreams reflecting,
And harboring on sorrow's wings,
Angel faced demoniacs.
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| Auteur: Fabian Schurgers | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 17 maart 2001 | ||
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