sâmbătă, 3 august 2013

the summer is gone , and the wind blows so cold
flowers of your love  grow on a strange land
and i can't get enough close to it.
as the night is getting light and the autumn is coming on
green dies , and red dies , and yellow dies too.
everything dies .death , everywhere.

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