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In and out,I tried to breath In and out But Mia who is my strength was gone,how will I struggle?

“‘Cause my world keeps turning and turning and turning and I am not moving on.” Milo ’s eyes looked glimmering and he looked sadder with his face filled with so much emotion from singing this sad yet meaningful and very heartbreaking love song. “Dont wanna feel another touch, don’t wanna start another fire. Don’t wanna know another kiss, no other name falling off my lips. Don’t wanna give my heart away to another stranger or let another day begin. Won’t even let the sunlight in, no I’ll never again.”

He saw the look on my face showing that I had just gotten it, and so he smiled. “Go on,” he said. I stayed silent in my head, as the rhythm of the music with the lyrics spelt out loud flowing through my head. "Off through the new day's mist, I run out from the new day's mist I have come I hunt, therefore I am Harvesting the land, taking of the fallen lamb" It was actually a song by Metallica titled Wolf and man. Damon stood shocked staring at my lips as I spelt out the lyrics confidently like I owned them.

he tells me out loud. I nod. “Call me Lachesis,” I reply. This confuses him at first but when it dawns on him, his face breaks into a boyish smile. He starts playing the guitar. The chords of Living Miracle, the song that I wrote especially for Sol, drifts sweetly in the air amid the incessant buzzing of the Ravens. The first strands of music provoke an instant reaction from the birds within a ten-mile radius; the volatile mass stiffens then shudders as though pained.

//MIDNIGHT MOURGE// =Flashback= (Song: Good day to love) "Dazzling sunshine feels pretty good I’m clumsy in everything I’ve always been I Know~" "I heard you have a tough competitor. Should I expect you to lose this game huh?" I devilish smirk is on Edeth's lips while mocking me. I just continue drinking my wine while scanning the whole boring event.

“You choose.” Mira bites her bottom lip and nods; she exhales slowly before starting to play the piano just as beautifully as I remember. I recognise the song as Don’t Speak by No Doubt. “You and me, we used to be together, every day together, always.” I lean against the piano and watch her fixedly while she sings. Oh damn. I forgot how melodic and beautiful her voice was. “I really feel that I’m losing my best friend. I can’t believe this could be the end. It looks as though you’re letting go. And if it’s real, well, I don’t want to know.”

Fifteen Years Later. Vso bez teb ne tak Lechu tebe ya slovno kometa I dazhe pod dulom pistoleta Yes naydu tebya, yes, yes naydu, Tebya, yes. A piece of the lyrics of Jony's song entitled Kometa can be heard from behind the crowd on the beach. Sarra got up, he knew whose voice was singing the song that came from Russia. Sarra walked slowly to peek through the curtain covering the glass wall, her heart trembled as if she felt the regret from her husband.

I'm not being exaggerated, okay? 'Cause I I cannot start to crumble So come on and try Try to shut me and cut me down I won't be silenced You can't keep me quiet Won't tremble when you try it All I know is I won't go speechless Speechless Let the storm in I cannot be broken No, I won't live unspoken 'Cause I know that I won't go speechless Akisha's voice and music are very beautiful and enticing. But no matter how good her music is, there seems to be something missing. This is how I felt every time I saw and heard her sing and play any musical instrument before.

“Mother, won’t you die?” Mokosh gave a laugh like willow branches rustling. “Sweet Anastasia, nothing truly dies. I will live on in you. In the way you marvel at a butterfly’s flight, in the mazurkas you dance in Morozko’s arms – every time you open a volume of Pushkin, I will play across the pages like poetry. Let me bring peace to your burning witch light, my dear, dear Bilobog.” “That name is a mouthful,” Morozko said, smiling as he held Anya. “I think I will just call her my Annushka.”

I swayed, humming along, my voice growing louder as the music filled the small space. Then the song changed. A grin tugged at my lips. I knew this one. And when the chorus hit, I sang my heart out: "Lai dievs nogrābstās, kā man ar tevi gribas darīt bļēņas! Oh-Oh-Oh! Darīsim bļēņas!" Roughly translates into: "God damn it, how I want to fool around with you! Let’s fool around!" I shook my head, laughing under the water. Seriously, God? What were the odds that this song would play? The lyrics couldn't have matched my mood more perfectly. I sighed. I needed to stop.