Currents on an endless sea
What I want to carry me
Up
Happy happy oh my friend
Blow out candles once again
Leave the
This time, when melody
Calls me up to say hello
These kinds
Sunday morning
Shadows on the shade
Yellow dusted fingers bent
Through day old
Last time, when you were waiting for me
I tried
Now…
You left the solid wall behind
To lead the balance of
Roses float across the water
And the ice is slowly melting
Another letter to remind me
Walking circles on the phone
While this
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