lunes, 6 de agosto de 2012

Lay your head where my heart used to be /Hold the earth above me /Lay down in the green grass /Remember when you loved me

"God took the stars and he tossed 'em

Can't tell the birds from the blossoms
You'll never be free of me
He'll make a tree from me
Don't say good bye to me
Describe the sky to me
And if the sky falls, mark my words
We'll catch mocking birds"

Dentro de todas las opciónes de consiencia, tus ojos me miran.

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