dimarts, 13 de novembre del 2012

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There was a time,
when I was a simple child,
not as different as now,
I spent most of my time
sitting down on the window,
looking outside,
watching people walking
They came from somewhere
whatever would be
following that specific way,
that they would choose.
 Every breath I have
is the last I take
Always with hand brake.
In patience is how I was made.
I live in color,
to escape from some kind of  horror
I live in everything
that's when I'm able to think
The most shinny day
is today not yesterday
even that
the way to understand every day
is never forget the yesterday
shinny brightly day
Yeah, hey

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