martes, 24 de marzo de 2009

Spiracle

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There is something between me and you, and I don`t know.
Maybe I`ll run, maybe i`ll try or hide behind those trees.


For i`ll be riden by you and the infinite crepuscules upon us.


So. Sing for me my dear, sing me cradle songs and hold me till i fall asleep
is your voice I want to hear, is your hand I urge to feel.


Tonight theres no surprise. I know you. I know your name.

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