OR What do we have but illusions where one man's absolute is another's choice
--Poets Of The Fall-Rewind--
I dance entangled with my dear
She pulls my every string
Completely trapped yet never here
When passion colors everything...
--Poets Of The Fall-Passion Colors Everything--
Choice... We all have choices... To pick up a broken eagle...broken wing... or walk past it without turning around... Leave a tormented soul behind... or embrace it with your whole heart and being... weld with it and become one... let its pain become yours...
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