my days are long,
my days are short,
my nature consists of a lack,
cover me when I feel exposed.
when you go, don't say goodbye,
when i leave, don't say goodbye.
i'll fly away like pollen,
i'll sink down like an anchor,
lift me when everything's done.
meine Fantasie, mein Traum, die Tage ging so langsam weg.
i won't see you again. i won't.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
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