Понедельник, 08 Октября 2007 г. 23:28
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The nights are getting darker
And the wind is cold
The summer sun
Has now become so old
Her closest friends
Were never meant to fade
With all these dreams
That didn't make the grade
Close the doors but never look inside
Time will tell if all your love has died
Empty pockets tell the stories...
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