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Winter stay a little bit longer for me until the birds are singing in the grove .


Winter's pretty faces .




 

- You left me a little stanzas .

White as the daily bread crumb, which was forbidden?

Now when you say you can , and just tears belong to me anymore

Haughty as raising wing of eternity,

It blossoms in secret.

Where will our sunsets twilight now?

Sanktifierad according to branch evenings.

Who will blow the rebate ?

Cradles , lush green forests of spring.

 

Sunrise at me now

 
I did not turn up

I live just a moment beyond time

Come winter

Confess me what you did to run cheers blossom in January

Whose flowers in her hair

I sprinkle them punk you until yesterday

You throw sadness in my lap as a dowry
star ornament

Master of nights you over push me enlightening.

But do not you know that the star that shines upon you
 
still want to be me

And you will not be able to replace me anymore

 

Dawn rises.
And the dream is black with long fringes tissue breaks apart into strings

 

And the stars of welders

Forehead, crying

Pretend in sunshine

Particles thoughts we regret perceptive denies them

The shadow from the window shaking

Your step goes wrong and you know dear

You know a thousand steps
I have not yet said
 
Winter stay a bit longer for me, until the birds are singing in the grove .

 




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Publicerad 2014-02-09 19:08



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