Dominique by Marie Jane.(for sale)Then you'll wake up and the summer will have gone
just as winter apeared
and you'll wonder just how bad it might have been if i had stayed.
now that i'm happy
I have nothing to write
And you are not important anymore
just as long as your face remains erased,
And the words that i write don't seam to make much sense
To anyone else than me. To anyone elses then them.
Don't worry time is never a consolation
then you find me looking at my watch again
I guess i'm scared of growing old after all
you smiled and looked right back i would not let you leave.
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