viernes, 12 de noviembre de 2010


Gone are the days of summer,
we couldn't change it if we tried.

Why would we want to,
let's go where we got to.

Our paths will cross again
in time
it's never the same
tomorrow,
and tomorrow's never clear

So come on, come on, you know,
our time, our time is here.
We know but we're not
certain

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