sexta-feira, agosto 25, 2006

Next Spring

Each word
And no sense
Each part
And no sense
Feel a hart
And no sense

Bring and stay
A fake rose
A strange way
A ancient love
And a fucking day

Spring, look at the flowers
Sing, and make yours own towers
In your way
In your way
Keep close
Do not stay away

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