Do not forget about me
For the night is full of terrors
And there's no way out but thee
Do not think of me as a sharer
I'll tell but you'll never see
Do not forget about me
For I am the daughter of Rage
The others can only see
What's in front of them, not backstage
No one knows the ways of my foe
He leaves no choice but to go
Perhaps to Glory, if need be.
But I beg of you, do not forget about me.
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winter colors
Poesia"I first saw you on a September day Made me feel things I wish I'd never felt Too often, you took my breath away. Then came the winter, cold, lonely and hopeless, too Grey, a color I despised before you A color I hated after you." winter colors II...
