As if in a dream, he passes through that street
his days of youth walked most, bitten by the lovebug;
a dear face of the past, from an open window of mind, peers,
those tear filled eyes, still ask "Tell me why, oh! why?"
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
As if in a dream, he passes through that street
his days of youth walked most, bitten by the lovebug;
a dear face of the past, from an open window of mind, peers,
those tear filled eyes, still ask "Tell me why, oh! why?"
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