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    Thursday 10 September 2009

    Black September

    This is the lyric of the song: Black November. I changed it to September. Wonder what happened to the writer in Nov that lead him to write this piece. But September is almost the end of Summer and the beginning of Autumn, so I guess the days will be getting dark earlier and earlier too. I came across it somewhere and fall in love with it. Especially the " within this quiet room, sleep is only an illusion". I totally understand what that means. Love the last part
    " Smiling in an old photograph,I don't remember how that felt,A face of a stranger,Smiling in an old photograph. Am i still here? " I know how that feels.




    Within this quiet room
    Sleep is only an illusion
    Silence falls over the roof
    Black September swallows all the light

    Behind dazed eyes
    My heart bleeds
    Behind dazed eyes
    I can't feel anymore

    within this inert season
    Painful memories take hold
    Shadows wind in each other
    Silent figures on the wall

    Behind dazed eyes
    My heart bleeds
    Behind dazed eyes
    I can't feel anymore

    Smiling in an old photograph
    I don't remember how that felt
    A face of a stranger
    Smiling in an old photograph
    Am i still here?

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