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Memory is a poison, to the eyes of lovers

And other rose for your grave...

... Bloody silence

And from this day, remorse devours my mind.

Is this one the last ?

From this day on this dream consumes me

Wishing to feel the heat of your sigh through the stone.

Memory is a poison to me

A torture is this bloody silence.

Fantasy meets reality... feel my arms

And from the earth, from the place

No one returns, I wished so strong

That I heard

I heard the voice, I heard the call

I saw the body and the face

I felt her lips, I felt her breath

But the breath was cold.

reason gave me up taken by the flames of silence

Reason gave me up killed by these images that torture me

Enchained to the grave of the past

Homeless, I know that I could find

Hidden below the marble, the last whisper

Which could nurse me again

And take pleasure listening

To this voice, which sings the notes

That I used to love

And I take pleasure, remembering the sweetness

Of the words.