What's the good of separation? Burn whatever you have about me! Each sheet of your calendar again hides something from me. Do not peer out of the window Close the curtains.
Do not see that I exist, Do not hear that I exist. The sea sings our song. The dreams we dreamt together are all incomplete.
Validat sau editat ultima dată de către lilian canale - 11 Septembrie 2010 17:29