BryntseAnguish, pain, wrathMisery, disease, hateSuddenly, I was not myselfA crea
BryntseI fallThe golden walls surround me no moreThough I laughI
M. Bjærk, A. Bjærk, BryntseA piece of my mind wander
BjærklundFleeing away from the dawn into the nightDon't want to
BjærklundThe clouded sun has darkenedFrom the mist his mind has
Crister OlssonCrawling below, striving foreverThe sky with its shine or
BjærklundSleep now my love, my sweetheart you areHide the pearls
Bryntse, BjærklundDarknessAll that is before my eyesNothingLives inside my eyes
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