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Eurymia
Hexed Illusives
Spark of Nostalgia
The woodsman hums it brightly
On his palm an echo
Demure like a mayfly
Wending through the willows
A song upon the air
Then wispish
It spirals
and it frolics
It sparks and tumbles in
as the breeze
A lust upon its breath
The words crave
The song unwinds
for purchase - For ears
to pour their course
as it's loosed upon the air
There it lights a bonfire
forgets itself
But silence is its partner
as it dances
and settles on the stream
on the ford
Wending through the willows
Song burns and is reborn
Wending through the willows
It maddens and ferments
Wasp-like for a moment
A woodsman cups his ear
Then dirge
of cricket legs
Neurotic Illusions
you don't have to leave no more
A feeling that I'll
I'll keep them close to mine
Let us burn your bridges
I'll give you all you need
Let me show you
Let's take off and
leave it all for good
never be alone
what it's all about
I'll catch you if you stumble
I'll hold you if you fall
I understand you're angry
No need to cry
you will be understood
Give me the illusion of home
When the night has come
But this will fade away
Give me the illusion of home
A feeling that
Time will heal the wounds
I'll never be alone
When the night has come
I'll close the doors and
that make you shout
I'll close the doors and you
don't have to leave no more
Give me the illusion of home
Give me the illusion of home
Tell me all your secrets
Hexing Honeyed Voices
Sing my angel of music
the Phantom of the opera
In all your fantasies you always
you wear--it's me they hear
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came--that voice
Your spirit and my voice
which calls to me and speaks
my name And do I dream again for
knew that man and mystery
in one combined
now I find the phantom of the
opera is there inside my mind
The phantom of the opera
Sing once again with me
our strange duet
is here inside my mind
were both in you--And in this
is there inside your mind
My power over you
grows stronger yet
He's there
And though you turn from me
to glance behind
labyrinth where night is blind
the phantom of the opera
the phantom of the opera
is there inside your mind
Beware the phantom of the opera
Those who have seen your face
draw back in fear--
I am the mask
Sweet Dreams are Made of Bees
Everybody's
looking
Sweet things are made by bees
Hold your head up
Sweet things are made by bees
Who am I to diss a queen
Keep your head up - buzzin' on
I travel the world
And the pollen breeze
Who am I to diss a queen
Hold your head up - buzzin' on
Everybody's
looking for honey
Some of them want to sting you
Keep your head up - buzzin' on
Some of them want
to get stung by you
for honey
I travel the world
Hold your head up
Some of them want to cocoon you
Some of them want
Keep your head up - buzzin' on
to be cocooned
Sweet things are made by bees
And the pollen breeze
Hold your head up - buzzin' on
Who am I to diss a queen
I travel the world
Keep your head up - buzzin' on
And the pollen breeze
Everybody's
looking for honey
