The breeze sweeps my thoughts
effacing the old, the developing , bringing brand new doubts
I stop,look,turn around and totter
So high that nothing bothers
dancing,laughing,I want to swallow the sadness
But it conjures again when Im sober
I know I'll be the same after this hour of madness
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Monday, August 24, 2009
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