Soñadores trepando nubes

lunes, 7 de junio de 2010

A dreaded sunny day, so I meet you at the cemetery gates. Keats and Yeats are on your side, while Wilde is on mine.

So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people all those lives Where are they now? With the loves and hates & passions just like mine
They were born
and then they lived and then they died
Seems so unfair
And I want to cry

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