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Who made you look like a pale horse rider Who made you look like a folish me who made you act like lunatic suffering from the lunacy Who made you look into the future only to see catastrophy The wourld will end with you my brother sick of life but in a perfect harmony Who made the Life taste sweet and bitter sweet as honey, oh so sweet They found her lying in the forest There were no footsteps on the floor In preparation like a birde she never saw the ghosts no more Who made you look into that mirror that made you feel so very small Who made you feel then high in freedoom free to climb the stairs and fall Who made the Life taste sweet and bitter sweet as honey, oh so sweet From Letras Mania