Tuesday, May 16, 2006

30 / Weep..




In the longest of nights
Stir him at your breast
In silence - row him, row him

On the bleakest of morns
He'll break at your rocks
And weeping - row row

(i) Weeping Rock, Rock // Múm

3 comments:

  1. Red eyes and tears no more for you my love i fear.No more fear!

    Ό,τι πιο σχετικό μου έρχεται τώρα απο το μαύρο δάκρυ!

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  2. All the things we took for granted, all the words still live on in my head,
    All the times I took for granted, all the words I never said,
    I think about you in the moon lit night and the stars all seem to weep..

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  3. Για μένα αξίζει πολλά! Τώρα αν έχουμε το ίδιο γούστο το αφήνω στην κρίση σου.. Δεν χανεις τίποτα όμως..

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