So I came to your night with my sorrow
With the sound of a silk that touch the ground
I feel my vein run into you eyes
A bit of startle took a second of my thoughts
The joy doesn't come at all, the joy i was looking for
I am away, I am far away for your white pond
There's a smell that lingers upon my nose
The musk is finally wandering around
and the breath seems more far away
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
So I came to your night with my sorrow
With the sound of a silk that touch the ground
I feel my vein run into you eyes
A bit of startle took a second of my thoughts
The joy doesn't come at all, the joy i was looking for
I am away, I am far away for your white pond
There's a smell that lingers upon my nose
The musk is finally wandering around
and the breath seems more far away
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