: She lies awake in the silent night With her mind wide open She fears what shall appear As she stares into The Dark Beyond these tall majestic trees
: When i'm feeling tired and low think of all the things I used to know light another cigarette helps me to remember to forget people places heaven knows
of dragonbirths Sorrow always rains What waits me there Behind the permafrost Views that eye can never bear At the stormy gates of mist I'm still standing
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: Let?s have bizarre celebrations Let?s forget who forget what forget where We?ll have bizarre celebrations I?ll play the Satyr in Cypris you the bride
Mister Mystere A des posters De sa grand-mere Mister Mystere Tu gardes ton mystere, mister Mister Mystere Mister Mystere Parcourt les mers Et les deserts Mister
: Hello Mister Brown Rien ne vous etonne De Londres a Paris, l'avion Une heure, ce n'est pas long Hello Mister Brown Plus rien ne vous etonne L'Angleterre
you'll settle for someone, he's almost mister good enough if by chance your eyes wander this way am i invisible? or maybe just ignored but i think i'm your mister
own Mother Earth gave my skies She brathed out my soul More I see as one who flies My kinsman the water Deepriver my brother My sister the Moonlight Mother Mist
their ecstasy I wither and behold the clouded landscapes grow dim... Lost is my visual form, forgotten is my former life Now I'm at one with mists
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Let?s have bizarre celebrations Let?s forget who forget what forget where We?ll have bizarre celebrations I?ll play the Satyr in Cypris you the bride
me, Nevermore thy hills I'll see. Evermore my heart will be. Lost in the mists of Islay. Aha?¦.Lost in the mists of Islay Lost in the mists of Islay
morning sun (sun) Jump as sunlight skims the sky Downstairs radiation burns my eyes (eyes) Darkness is a sound of the morning sun And the misty mist
Tales from the spirit of gold Hunters come in the night of glory Prophets lying and creating gods Proclameting darkness, my master fall Break up point
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See through the black with eyes of the dead Cast in the bones, Angel of Death Thirteen moons, thirteen men, prepared to die Deep in the mist out of the
