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I have always wanted to know, all is love and yearning silent child spoke long ago. the charming moon told me coughed a thought without a sound, in the heart of Asia Called it faith, then hit the ground, all in all its burning Sick inside these weary eyes, Mother of God have mercy Is it love or is it kill? Will it come, please tell me. Honey words for the souls that are cursed severed tongues cry guilty Fools and shapes of all things to come curtsy hearts have mercy Jackals grabbed my cut off hands severed tongues cry guilty From Letras Mania