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Wednesday, February 18, 2004
arrows
no cyx, please, not again!
but yeah, I am posting this again. It's one of those things I wish I wrote myself. True beauty rendered real with words. Specially the "I paint your name in sound" part. That always sends shivers down my spine.

maybe someday I'll render beauty myself.

Small of Two Pieces (Screeching Shards)

Run through the cold of the night
As passion burns in your heart
Ready to fight, a knife held close by your side
Like a proud wolf alone in the dark
With eyes that watch the world
And my name like a shadow
On the face of the moon

Broken mirror, a million shades of light
The old echo fades away
But just you and I
Can find the answer
And then, we can run to the end of the world
We can run to the end of the world

Cold fire clenched to my heart
In the blue of night
Torn by this pain, I paint your name in sound
And the girl of the dawn, with eyes of blue and angel wings,
The songs of the season are her only crown

We met in the mist of morning
And parted deep in the night
Broken sword and shield and tears that never fall
But run through the heart
Washed away by the darkest waters
The world is peaceful and still...

(from the Xenogears soundtrack)