

Destinie's DanceDestinie's DanceDestinie's Dance
A single Marionette sits limp on stage Looking out with hallow empty eyes She waits, waits for her destiny An empty shell, broken and tattered No life, no light, no hope for her escape The master comes, the game begins A tug of the string lifts her up The movement has no meaning But the dance continues Forever, night after night
* * * * A door opens, the light is blinding No, do not look, look away To look would mean to hope To hope would mean to die Salvation is a deceitful dream Freedom means another master &n
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Encuéntreme nadando en sus sueños de fantasías exóticas.
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