My Opera is closing 3rd of March

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traces

broken bottles in my attic
and messed up in and out
its late night
and there aint no traces of light

no trace of life
no trace of love

filled my heart
with someone's soul
a soul when it goes away

no trace of life
no trace of love

sunk my ships
in an ocean of hope
a ship which never sailed

no trace of life
no trace of love

glasses broken on the floor
stained with blood
as i walk on them

no trace of life
no trace of love

search of light
in deep woods
with voices unheard

trace love in life
trace life in love











ash+u







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