High Noon Electronic Lyrics & Chords By Illachime Quartet

Black at the centre Fifty Million Suns Its mass Where matter masses and Infalls: its Shock Repels the Outer gas, its appetite Astonishes and Appals. ...read more

I live, like a dry leaf in Winter Sapless – I refuse to fall – I protest like a sigh in a Tempest, I cry: "To hold is all" ...read more

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So Come to me away from worldly care an end at last to cruelty and pain – I understand your woes and hold your loneliness in awe – O flower so fine, so...read more

My secret is my cup of life Distilled from Nature and its ways My art: diffusion is, and emptying A vessel I abrim with grace Mine is a mirror where I see myself And all I wish...read more