martes, 15 de junio de 2010


Measuring a winter's day,
I only finds it slips away to grey,
The hours, they bring me pain...

Tangerine, Tangerine,
Living reflection from a dream.
I was his love, he was my king,
And now a thousand years between...

Thinking how it used to be,
Does he still remember times like these?
To think of us again? And I do.

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