Toxic
1993-1997
1997 Toxic was killed in a car accident :-( She was
one of my favorites and I miss her very much!
Toxic passed the temperament
test.
cut off the telephone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin,
let the mourners come
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message
She Is Dead
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves
She was my North, my South,
my East and West
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight,
my talk, my song
I thought that love would last for ever
I was wrong
The stars are not wanted now,
put out every one
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
Pour away the ocean
and sweep up the wood
For nothing now can ever come to any good /Auden
Magnus Morén & Toxic 
Magnus Morén & Toxic