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In our ballroom of empty and broken souls
With men dressed in black bows awaiting for your call
As the gentlemen sip on intoxicants
Envy and sorrow run through my blood
I can see as your gaze looks beyond me
And as the angels weep in the heavens of what could have been
In the arms of another, I can not bare to see
Burn the place, In my heart that was for you
Dance along, with thoughts of me, and whispers of regret
Now look into my weary eyes, and take my hand
And tell me truly could it be, that your has is finally set...

6 Feb 07

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