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Love is a sweet song sang by dying swans. Angels of heaven fighting for dreams they cannot save. Far is so near now when you`re here. Many deaths tonight cannot save our sweet love. So cruel too dark. Let my soul depart. Don`t let me die without false hope of our love! Love is peace between desires and dreams. Angels of hell laughing at your feeelings. Far is so near now when you`re here sharing the time with me. Touch me with the flame, make me burn like hell. So cruel so sweet my revenge shall be revealed. Let me lay down in your grave of my love.