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.
quarta-feira, 11 de novembro de 2015
Eu e Ela...
I was the sun and she was the moon
I was a desert and she was an island
I was war and she was peace
I was disaster and she was beauty
I was sorrow and she was happiness I was death and she was life She was my salvation, I was her destruction...
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