sábado, 8 de janeiro de 2011

out into the night sky...

So please don't come to me on my dying day,
just let me go in peace with all the things that I forgot to say
racing through my mind.
And don't you bury me six feet under ground,
just burn my body in a box and let my ashes blow with the wind
out into the night sky.

[city and colour]

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