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10.25.2009
Richard Z. Kruspe
To your eyes
Your eyes have robbed my calm.
I can't dream or think
only with your glance.
But you are far away,
and I only have a false reflection
of what it hides your soul.
Your eyes charmed me,
keeping me prisoner.
How can I escape?
If I do not want,
how do I come back to reality?
If I want to be imprisoned,
on one's knees at your side.
From looking for an Angel...
10.24.2009
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