This is only a first draft, but I don’t think it’ll be changed much. Enjoy!
You should see these stars slowly torn apart,
You should see these stars.
Eloquence never got you anywhere.
Write all you like, no-one will hear.
Show me how to breathe,
Teach me how to sing,
Sing your songs to the Autumn Leaves,
(*Les Feuilles Mortes is French for literally ‘Dead Leaves’)
Eloquence never got you anywhere.
Write all you like, no-one will hear it,
Self-defence did not stop the consequence,
Sing along, to The Danse Macabre
(*The Danse Macabre is a classical piece of music by Camille Saint-Saëns)
What a beautiful night,
What a beautiful night for us,
What a beautiful night,
What a beautiful night for us,
Long live death and equality
“The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself for an oracle, is inborn in us.”- Paul Valery
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