When
When the sun, deeply queen, begins letting you down
You just can fall alone and drown
From the high moutain to their empty crown
Light's becoming dark and red's turning brown
When the death comes to you and makes you her son
You just link between after and before you're gone
After it was an agony, a tear, an apology
Before, flowers were black, sweet, empty
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
i so so Love this one !!!!!!!!!
Posté par Snake — 02 Jan 2006, 13:05