quarta-feira, 9 de novembro de 2011



[...]
the salty seas behind the eye
and it's the tears that come and make me cry
the falling leaf that never tries
to hold on to what keeps it alive
the summer dreams behind the eye
and it's the sleep that makes me alive
the sudden ease when you arrive
and it's you that makes me try

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