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In the evening she kisses the earth as she kneels down to pray And her sorrow is all that is pure as silence becomes language He is a man bent on his rage with a passion that burns him too close to the skin A flame that ignites to a brilliant mistake and his conscience is all that is left there without stain. I am Alyosha in a room full of souls Give me your sorrow, I'ill give you my hope Faith, love, longing and joy And I'll be your angel with the face of a boy The sins of the father run blood red with wine \"Grushenka my darling\" the old man still cries Brother you murdered your soul with your mind Dissect all the parts to the whole Where the whole leaves you blind. And I am Alyosha in a room full of souls Give me your sorrow I'll give you my joy There is not one that heaven can't hold. SongtexteI'll be your angel (in earth colored clothes). Who by fate or fire's dim light, took from Karamazov, the end of his life? There by the rope hangs the end of his curse the son of a sensualist by idiot's birth © 2000 Robert Deeble / 20003 Pete Records (Thanks to Bob for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania