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[Ole Alexander Myrholt] She said pucker up and take it like a man when the shit hits the fucking fan caught in a public display where all your sins are
[Ole Alexander Myrholt 2008] All good books have one thing in common they tell you that these dreams are not just dreams thus confirming the extent of
[Ole Alexander Myrholt 2008] I awake on the verge of tears from horrid dreams feeding my fears I awake from the taste of my tears from horrid dreams
[Ole Alexander Myrholt 2008] We came down from a heavenly high avoiding the fall with a delinquent late night blight kissing the darkness while closing
When you fall asleep in the evening, sans fear for the rigid darkness you go horseback riding through your dreams right to the meadows of esteem when
A precious, mouldering pleasure 'tis to meet an antique book, in just the dress his century wore; a privilege, I think, His (venerable) hand to take,
If I had a daily bliss a somewhat cheerful view a silent grace I could perceive to grow as I pursued Then when, around midnight instead of wasted from
A wounded soul leaps highest I've heard the poet tell 'tis but the ecstasy of death and then the breath is still As I lay, defeated, I'm dying longing
Gazing at what could have been a lethal doze of her fertile pose what will all these inklings mean if I reveal how deep the spiral go Crystal fecund fancies
The Polaroid of perfection, demirep and stained with hate well wounded I stuttle the crowd with my vogue lack of faith the up and coming vendetta, the
[Ole Alexander Myrholt 2008] I bestow you my vilest dreams I awake on the verge of tears Let's take the lords name in vain let's take the highroad again
when I bid (you) to join the trance to wheresoever the (polychrome) devils may dance the gleaming utopia (suddenly) casting shadows of sadness and there is beauty
[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] [Music: T.E.Tunheim] Craving hands carved in my back If love was present I'd make it crack Cynical tripping from here to there
Reaching heights at the shores, only dreamt of before while the mountains rise tall in my view my poisoned heart beats, crystal water's at my feet as
[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] [Music: T.E.Tunheim] I whirl like wilted petals in blissful reverie affected only by the recession your sinful(glittering) eyes
[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt] [Music: T.E.Tunheim] Prudence kept the sun from shining bright prudence kept the animal from revealing in the night narcissistic
So many a glorious morn have I seen the sun gracing the mountain-tops with its light kissing with tender lips the meadows green gilding pale streams of
