Samstag, 12. September 2009

these small flowers


Our lives are made in these small hours. Times fall away and in the end we will only just remember how it feels. Let your clarity define you and I dont mind if its me you need to turn to. All my regret will wash somehow. We´ll get by its the heart that really matters. Ain´t nothing wrong with that.

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