Been working on a thing for a while and seeing as it is a tribute to an artist I like and respect, although she was a bit before my time, I felt like presenting it somewhere. And last night the last parts seemed to be where I want them.

Oh, please clock stop
Allow me, grant me
No seconds, for a moment
Of what cannot get a second time
And dream...

Forbidden love
Into inspiration turned
Photos and memories
Pictures of sensations burned
I've got nothing left
But left a soothing feeling of the fey
I could fall in love
And is still a help along the way

See it now, not in vain
The joy of, who remain
Those grown along with her
All but nothing may fade
In her memory wade
And dream, of beautiful things

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I had something all set to post here yesterday and then metaltabs took a uncustomary crap for awhile. At least I remembered this was here.

I liked the emotion felt in this piece and the wording sounded like something to be spoken against a simple musical piece. The last few lines of the second part are confusing to me though. I just can't get a grasp of how that flows. I do like it and think it's very pretty, but I don't quite get that part.

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Thanks. As a matter of fact, it takes a fan to understand the entire second verse - or a quick readup on the discography...

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