Notes
dew of my tears
in the window only if the breeze
hide my name on your pillow . Bitter
notes of my violin tucked
only if lyrics
forces you to think
Sleep tight in your cave of ideas and not pay attention
the nostalgia that takes over my voice.
dew of my tears
in the window only if the breeze
hide my name on your pillow . Bitter
notes of my violin tucked
only if lyrics
forces you to think
Sleep tight in your cave of ideas and not pay attention
the nostalgia that takes over my voice.
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