Saturday, 23 February 2013
Friday, 22 February 2013
Corpse Bride
If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain.
If you cut me with a knife, it's still the same.
And I know my heart is beating, and I know that I am dead;
yet the pain here that I feel,
try and tell me it's not real,
and it seems that I still have a tear to shed.
If I touch a burning candle,
I can feel no pain.
In the ice or in the sun, it's all the same.
Yet I feel my heart is aching; thou it doesn't beat, it's breaking
and the pain here that I feel,
try and tell me it's not real.
I know that I am dead;
yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed.
Monday, 11 February 2013
Wednesday, 6 February 2013
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