In spring she comes
Flowering every tree
Making life appear
In the deep of my heart
So many leaves
To feed her and my dreams
To catch the sun
And carry her and me so high
Then summer comes
And our promises and passion get stronger
It's like some surgery could make her hotter
Or traveling could get us closer
I come next to her
And can't see anything
Than excuses in the clouds
Fear is what I feel
It gets colder than I can think
The sound on the ground
Is the autumn making it fall
It's the autumn leaves
Please, autumn, leave
Leaf through these pages of life
And then, in autumn,
She leaves
Miles Davis was a genius. Anything go away with waters of march.
sábado, 3 de maio de 2014
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