terça-feira, 1 de setembro de 2009

Song of the past

Memories of the past
Day and night they will be my grasp
Shadows of my place
They grow older with so much grace

Ghosts of the lonely past,
Don't dare to betray me, at last..
Hide it from my love
Keep the angels far from above

Kiss me and say goodbye
what I really want is to cry...
remember my next day...
And all what we needed to say..

Give me all I want
dreams and desires I would forgot
Bring me that last breath
Don't come with me...to my Death

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