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Tangerine
Measuring a summers day,
I only finds it slips away to grey,
The hours, they bring me pain.
tangerine, tangerine,
Living reflection from a dream;
I was her love, she was my queen,
And now a thousand years between.
Thinking how it used to be,
Does she still remember times like these?
To think of us again?
And I do.
jueves, 24 de enero de 2008
Tangerine
Publicadas por Alan Diaco a la/s 6:23 a. m.
Etiquetas: fake poetry
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Basta, Diaco. La emo local soy yo.
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