thoughts.. thoughts.. space.. lot of space in my idea of an working place under the sun..
time.. time.. memories of a lost and fading sun, above the idea of an working dice under a cloud.. blue
amelie you are my soul, i still find drawings rainbowed in wings of an eagle and a star.. you know
i know your heart, it bites my mind loading every morning with all the dreams in an overpriced market
i lost a second and the sands of time throw me a quarter of a dime..
the fountain or oblivion light the promise of the uncharted water of youth in a place in witch time is space.. you
mine
time.. time.. memories of a lost and fading sun, above the idea of an working dice under a cloud.. blue
amelie you are my soul, i still find drawings rainbowed in wings of an eagle and a star.. you know
i know your heart, it bites my mind loading every morning with all the dreams in an overpriced market
i lost a second and the sands of time throw me a quarter of a dime..
the fountain or oblivion light the promise of the uncharted water of youth in a place in witch time is space.. you
mine
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