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The long-forgotten afterlife breather, always on the move
The one whose deep blue eyes catch the sun at night I guard the time gate and seize intruders, millennium after millennium And although I might fail, my destiny is far from over Smell the summer breeze I sent upon you, embrace my perception if you desire Just don’t throw my wings into the fire, the air is rough, can’t hear your trust Open the colour of my eyes on empty streets, the moment everything matters Something is wrong as all the ironical tales from West I’ve heard are broken Little birds wave at people who leave, just as I told you… Don’t forget about me on blue Mondays when conversations lack Deep, beyond the sunset, time changes for each boat The wind chimes when aqua voices grim at your open life Red emotions of paradise lose a bit of colour; I’m just another waft Don’t worry, because you are safe from harm, I’ll always be looking over my angel Although you’ve taken my name and turned it against me Can you hear me now? Don’t take your time; I’ll be counting the seconds Faintly shivering, this cloud won’t become a falling star again Stillness turned off the lights. I’ve gone in a place where no one can find me The last view of the sea, but silence needs to be heard. Tuesday, 08 May 2007 16:34:04
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