Visual Language
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Young and full of running , tell me where that has taken me?
Just a great figure eight or a tiny infinity
Love is really nothing
but a dream that keeps waking me
for all my trying , we still end up dying
How can it be?
Don't say a word, just come over and lie with me
I'm scare you"ll forget about me...
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