She was the sun, shining upon
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon, painting you
With it's glow so vulnerable and pale
(...)
She was the wind, carrying in
All the troubles and fears here for years tried to forget
He was the fire, restless and wild
And you were like a moth to that flame. (H.I.M - The Funeral of Hearts)
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