terça-feira, 27 de fevereiro de 2007

The world is weird,
The world is mad,
It makes us unhappy,
It makes us sad.

Why should we try?
And why go on?
Let the rain cry,
Let it be gone.

It washes your soul,
It washes your bones.
And sky begins to roll.
Very deep in your soul.





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