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All these accidents That happen Follow the dot Coincidence Makes sense Only with you You don't have to speak I feel Emotional...landscapes They puzzle me Then the riddle gets solved And you push me up to This state of emergency How beautiful to be State of emergency Is where I want to be All that no-one sees, you see What's inside of me Every nerve that hurts, you heal Deep inside of me You don't have to speak, I feel Emotional...landscapes They puzzle me - confuse Then the riddle gets solved And you push me up to This state of emergency How beautiful to be State of emergency Is where I want to be State of emergency How beautiful to be State of emergency Is where I want to be

“I want you to be weak. As weak as I am.”  ―  Milan Kundera ,  The Unbearable Lightness of Being Give me release Witness me, I am outside Give me peace Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up when the rage in me subsides Passion chokes the flower until she cries no more Possessing all the beauty hungry still for more Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up When the rage in me subsides In this white wave I am sinking In this silence In this white wave ... in this silence ... I believe I can't help this longing ... comfort me I can't hold it all in ... if you won't let me ... Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up When the rage in me subsides In this white wave I am sinking In this silence In this white wave ... in this silence I believe I have seen you ... in this white wave you are ...

stop hurting me... https://www.youtube.com/ watch?v=LPXJXxfauis Black flies on the windowsill That we are That we are That we are to know Winter stole summer's thrill And the river's cracked and cold See the sky is no man's land A darkened plume to stay Hope here needs a humble hand Not a fox found in your place And no man is an island, oh this I know But can't you see, oh? Maybe you were the ocean, when I was just a stone Black flies on the windowsill That we are That we are That we are to hold Comfort came against my will And every story must grow old Still I'll be a traveler A gypsy's reins to face But the road is wearier With that fool found in your place And no man is an island, oh this I know But can't you see, oh? Maybe you were the ocean, when I was just a stone So here we are... And I don't wanna beg your pardon And I don't wanna ask you why But if I was to go...

Did I want it to end…is it better now? Did I win.. did I get something.. is this my victory.. I saw you leave.. And now I am picking up the pieces ---------------------------------------------------------- „And so they say lord, for everything a reason For every ending a new beginning Oh so they say baby, for everything a reason And so they say baby, for everything a reason And those who loved before will be brought back together Yeah those who loved before will be brought back together And so they say baby, for everything a reason And so they say baby you will be brought.. ...brought back to me I saw you leaving, I saw the light go out I saw you leaving I saw you leaving And so they say lord, for everything a reason My house is haunted by wrong desire And on my skin left the scent of indignation And so they say baby, for everything a reason Don't call me back, I had everything I needed For every lie, honey, the truth lay underneath it ...

There is something pure and empty in the night… Hidden from the sight… I feel my breath I feel alive … Do you remember how it feels when you feel alone in the world? My eyes are wide open and my heart free… I sense everything around me… Every sound is clear… Every thought is so real… Do you remember the sounds of the night? Every rain drop that touches the ground… Wind in the trees… Cold breeze on your skin… Silence … There is something pure and empty in the night.. Your soul is full but… there is no one around.

You made me the thief of your heart I hope you're happy now... ...I could never make you so... you were a hard man... no harder in this world you made me cold and you made me hard and you made me the thief of your heart Winter is cold...oh! But you're colder still and for the first time I feel like you're mine I share you with the one who will mend what falls apart and turn a blind eye to the thief of your heart Ohhh you lost Ohhh you lost all you lost all you lost all I'll never wash these clothes I want to keep the stain Your blood to me is precious nor would I spill it in vain your spirit sings though your lips never part singing only to me the thief of your heart Ohhh you lost Ohhh you lost Ohhh you lost all lost all Ohhh you lost Ohhh you lost all lost all

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the...