The passion of life, the passion of love, a silent strife, a burning stove...
If someday I sit on the top of this world,
Bring on changes with a single word,
Throw away hatred; spread only love,
Turn a vulture into a peaceful dove,
...
Thanks for the memory,
For a man; golden history,
Lived a life full of misery,
A true man; soul of ivory,
...
Six strings, amazing wires and lovely notes,
The only interpreters of my bleeding thoughts,
You are always there; understand my quotes,
Burst them out from your frets and white dots…
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Through the bright lenses of my tear stained eyes,
Saw the sun; as it sinks and behind the horizon dies…
And in one of the corners of my mind’s foreign skies,
I saw my ghost; crawling out of the past and all its lies…
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The passion of life,
We all agree it's a strife,
The passion of love,
Burning hot like a stove,
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