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.
Zuletzt bestätigt oder bearbeitet von lilian canale - 11 September 2010 17:29