Spirit sun, I feel cold and numb
Silent notes in the air, coming from the valley
In a stone, coming from a stone, another friend has gone
I’m alone, in your eyes alone
Laying on a stone, where have you gone?
The silence, a beautiful silence in my ears
Perfume of tiny flowers grown on tears
Their conscience is upon the stars
It’s nice to know it’s upon the stars
Far away, always, upon the stars
Dead man, you are beyond the stars
Contributed by dq82 - 2016/2/29 - 11:18
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