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when dreams hurt
when the night has come
please, my star, my God, my brothers, save the child, save my friend... save his life... if in my power, i would save him from the dark... i would help him run from the silence of death... the silence that comes quick and never leaves... down in the black wood... among the trees lies his body, cold, cold, and his sweet, blue eyes, lie open, wide open and seem blank to me... death seemed to hunt his little soul, , and finally she won.. "read the sign, remember not the hand that wrote it, remember the words..." remember his eyes, remember his sweet childish smile, remember his pale little hands, remember how he never took a grudge, he died for the beauty in the world... he died for me ...died for me, he died for us... save him... he's to pure to die, please Lord, don't take away this hearth... please...my friend... don't make those lips be as cold as the water of the little spring that passes near his dead cold body, please make him live.. rise the vale of pain that has fallen above his heart... make his blood pump again... momy, i see his face above me when i sleep, his calling me in the woods again... but i don't want to go, not again... momy... i know he's there... waiting for me... i see his grin...momy... he's lonely and he wants somebody to play with... he wants to take me with him... momy, i still dream of the little dacic boy, killed by enemies... i know he's in the woods... sometimes i can hear him laugh, sometimes he cries for help... mommy, he screams, he's driving me crazy... momy, he's calling me into the water... but the water is cold... and when i want to leave he shows me blood, and i see him, when he opens his eyes, when he laughs... momy make him leave, please, make him shut up....
