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Le cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît pas.
The heart has its reasons, which Reason does not know.
I am the Green Man
In the Dark Forest I live
Emerging in Spring
You alone can make my song take flight.
It’s over now, the music of the night.
(Phantom of the Opera)
A clockwork heart can’t replace the real thing.
My soul is a machine.
My passion sings through the memories of my broken heart.
Masquerade, begin!
Frolic! Indulge! All too soon
Glitter turns to rust…
The dance is over
The cold wind clears the remains
From the barren floor
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