Rita De
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To draw a picture of the sky
In waters
As soon as I put my brush
On the waters of a river
The moonlight flashed forth
And at once all the clouds vanished
Everything became milkwhite.
THOUGHT WAVE
Where Does De...
There Could b...
WORD
The Gifts of ...
The Essence O...
The Essence o...
Pain-stricken
The Embrace
The embrace
You know bub It all comes back Sure does You know bub It all comes back Sure does
The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday... The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday...
In me Death resides. Life still dwells In me Death resides. Life still dwells
So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite long, with the situatio... So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite lon...
Dread do I that this bud will last, To obscure my presence. Dread do I that this bud will last, To obscure my presence.
Where's the freedom, where's the life? Where's the freedom, where's the life?
I know you don't need me anymore. I know you don't need me anymore.
How many different people Are there inside you? How many different people Are there inside you?
The Rainbow is then certain to appear... The Rainbow is then certain to appear...
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma? Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma?
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open hearts, My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open heart...
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Motherland.... Motherland....
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what is not and then wish... And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what ...
fierce lovely water... fierce lovely water...
In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain. In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain.
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