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Reaching Melancholiah
A pond portrays mirage. Which mirrors deep space - deep space I dive again into pleasures by taking myself to the pond I preceive the place where I lost my love Now, only grey woods are standing in the frost I touch it I feel it my faded love I'm somewhere here, but I can't behold ! Brooks streams and sombre liquid lies in vague pond Lamenting sounds from cathedral we hear... or do we ? Aus Songtexte Mania