viernes, 3 de septiembre de 2010

Seven Hours

Does forever mean forever?
Or it only means three weeks?
It could be a life together
But we is more than you and me

Are the stars countless and restless?
Or will one day go away?
Light is so shapeless and weightless
And it feels like always sways

Does the moon have its own light?
Is the sun’s reflect a myth?
Only New Moon's always bright
It’s surrounded by its own mist

Does the earth go round the sun?
Or is it backwards as I think?
Galileo got something wrong
It all goes around you, My dear

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