In a cold Summers breeze,
With blinding lights and Autumn leaves,
Along with children's dreams- you live that yellow English life.
She was a lover of the communist region,
We spoke of wars, death and treason.
What were we on about?
Living life with people in times and places,
Forgetting all universe spaces.
"Because everyone was dying... And you were the cure of it".
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 5:09 AM UTC
In a cold Summers breeze,
With blinding lights and Autumn leaves,
Along with children's dreams- you live that yellow English life.
She was a lover of the communist region,
We spoke of wars, death and treason.
What were we on about?
Living life with people in times and places,
Forgetting all universe spaces.
"Because everyone was dying... And you were the cure of it".
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