"If you read this line, remember not the hand that wrote it.Remember only the verse, songmaker's cry, the one without tears.
For I've given this its strength and it has become my only strength.
Comforting home, mother's lap, chance for immortality.
Where being wanted became a thrill I never knew.
The sweet piano writing down my life."
de Dead Boy's Poem
"Come out, come out wherever you are
So lost in your sea
Give in, give in for my touch
For my taste for my lust
Your beauty cascaded on me
In this white night fantasy"
de Ever Dream
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