We are devastated or desperate
Once we were loved. Now we hate
The sweet past beckons us back
Your player plays single track
Under a purple moon or a rain
old days will not return again
Please do not try anything to hold
Better to open a piece of your world
Remember, you always have the broom
to drive off somebody from the room
We are entangled in our strands
We tried not to lower our hands
You want to shine like the sun
Shine for a delightful someone
Be more than a fleeting instant
What's stopping you, my friend?
fleeting instant
© Copyright: Фелис Маргарита, 2013
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