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štvrtok 14. októbra 2010

Gone for never

You´ve gone . . .
You´ve gone to world of dreams
And while you were asleep
I made my own world
A world built by love
So while you were sleeping
I kept walking
Walking the meadows
Meadows of peace
Smile could not leave my face
A sweet bitterness of an neverending lullaby
Sharp shine of cooling sun
Warmed by symphony of summer breeze
And while you were asleep
I´ve fallen asleep, too
I overdosed myself by this peaceful hapiness
But sudden rush of emptiness
Woke me up, just to know
You´ve gone . . .
I made my own world around

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