17-4-2012
Draw a portrait you see yourself in
Where face change by season,
Wait for the ship's smoke on the horizon
It approaches you, with your internal rhythm.
All what remains for you,
Is a song she will remember you by
Draw a portrait you see yourself in
Where face change by season,
Wait for the ship's smoke on the horizon
It approaches you, with your internal rhythm.
All what remains for you,
Is a song she will remember you by
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