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Murder by passion
With thou in my dreams
with thou in my mind
my world passes by
my life dreams on
Thoughts of thee
thousands of thoughts
fragments of moments
a laugh, a tear, a question
Without thou
my world is empty
without thou
life tumbles down on me
But one day
my world shall end
'cause how do I long for thee
how do I need thee
Murder by passion
passion for thee
Flowers are dead in the winter
but in the spring they shall be
