I watch the clouds change shape as they move above the sleepy mountains.
What I see makes me love the things that I never had and will never have.
And so I wish for my thoughts to fade
as the clouds started to weep
and the mountains decided to have an eternal sleep.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 8:16 AM UTC
I watch the clouds change shape as they move above the sleepy mountains.
What I see makes me love the things that I never had and will never have.
And so I wish for my thoughts to fade
as the clouds started to weep
and the mountains decided to have an eternal sleep.
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