10 novembro 2008

The dreams of dawn ...

I dream with you, dream with you
like a girl blue eyes, stranger heart
sweat in hands, suspect look, your smell...

but when dream with you it's so real, so real
how when us know on a bad day
when I told you what I like, what I am
does that mean anything? No, I can't
I can't feel what I feel
The dreams of dawn? They're just desires
First the smile, the look...
The hug, the feeling... the taste that I never tasted
"and end to endless"... I miss you, but has passed
I'm fine, I'm smiling, I'll be happy...

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