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Both Heaven and Hell
Pamela Witcher
2001
Day and night, I dance
A sad and mysterious soul, they call me
With an outer angelic visage glowing
And inner devilish veins burning
Crooked wings and bended horns
If you ask me gently
Which world I would choose
To land on, upon my fall from the horizon
Both heaven and hell, I would pronounce
In delicate whispers, softly and slowly
With the rest of you
Listening behind the doors
To drink earnestly the dark and the light
The lost and the found
The blood and the flesh
Then, the laughter and the tears I can taste
Yet, you crawl to me and the way you deceive
With a mask breathing desperately
Begging for my freedom and my chains
Then, your friend I cannot be
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