Sunrise, sunset.
Sunrise, sunset.
Swiftly go the days.
Sunrise, sunset.
You wake up, then you undress.
It always is the same.
The sunrise and the sunsets.
You are lying while you confess, keep trying to explain.
The sunrise and the sunsets
You realize then you forget what you've been trying to retain.
Towards a sunrise or a sunset, a scribble or a sonnet.
They are really just the same.
(bright eyes)
Samstag, 9. August 2008
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