domingo, 2 de março de 2014

These days

These Days_______THEse DAYs___THEsE DAYs______these days.

Ane Brun – These Days
There were summer days and nights
When I was blind to you
You were quiet and you were still
Even when the moon was full
My temporary state of lightness would scare me
After all, I was sure
You were most wrong then, I was daring

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