Tormented soul---Vilhelem Margareta

In your soul is mystery,
is filled with mystery,
nobody knows,
what's in it,
In the silence of the night,
when you look at heaven,
Where brilliance,
star mystery
Open your heart
you, that's gold
and whisper to him,
thoughts that you knead
and what is hidden
in your great heart and
let you fly,
to the dark heaven
to dissipate,
in the air, which is ether
then you will be proud
you got rid of thoughts,
you knead, and
and where you stood,
happy feelings that
Love you included.
and smiling fly
around you a mystery. 

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