Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
terça-feira, 20 de agosto de 2013
W.
Talvez seja você...
a vida vai dizer.
De qualquer forma,
obrigado por me fazer dormir sorrindo,
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