segunda-feira, 11 de janeiro de 2010

1.1..0.1..1.0*

behind her eyes there's curtains
and they've been closed to hide the flames.. remains

she knows their future's burning
but she can smile just the same... same

and though he's to big a man to say..
there's a fear they'll soon be parting ways

standing like a statue
a chin of stone, a heart of clay.. hey

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