terça-feira, 29 de setembro de 2009

Untouched dream

Untouched dream.
The sun is passing by
And I can feel it.
Come to me my darkest angel
Your laugh is following me.
I should run,
You should stay.
In this forest your face is just a shade
You can't be afraid!
My arms are too short for you
I can't stay anymore
I just open the door...

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