1995
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Read more: One Loved Less
/SN’95 Once in a million years, I felt loved for a few times But most of my life I feel…I am wrong and have no purpose For I feel like the dumbest creature who must crawl on the ground Along with the dirt and dust…like a slithering snake, hissing With shame for his kind I…
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Read more: An Interval
/SN’95 You shouted at me, I was hurt deeply I told you to go, I told you to leave me My heart (and hands) trembled at the thought That you’d never come back coz this was all my fault No matter how much I cried from pain The love we once shared I still did…
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Read more: Tremor
/SN’95 Have you not seen the tears in my eyes? Anguish in my heart, turbulent in its rise I was deceived into thinking of a fortunate life But now you’ve changed my joy into strife There was something special about my natal And how I was offered to He, Immortal Yet I do not feel…
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Read more: Child
/SN’95 The world is it a place to be So beautiful in our hearts to see The future is a dreadful place To look at, live and face Our imaginations run fast All you need to do is trust We love to be special to you You said you love us, is it true? When…
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Read more: Cosmic Adventures of Mico and Charles/SN’95 Charles took a single gaze at the sun and from him escaped a whimper At the same time, on his nose landed a tiny but considerably hot meteor In anger, he shook it off and felt his own brain rattling But it wasn’t that, that made him furiously mumbling The return of Mico from…
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Read more: Keys
Closing my eyes, I let the feeling of being part of music slide into me. And I wonder, free…joyfully skipping on every key. Whenever I touch a wooden key…I hear the most wonderful melody made by this fascinating, simple machinery. But I know it is not only a mere object, for the music I make…
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Read more: The Magic Dance
Can you hear the rhythm of the footsteps? Can you see the spotlights move? Count every move of his steps Are you all ready to groove? The way he spins around He stands on the tips of his toes His body, ready and bound To the start of a breathtaking show Will I ever see…
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