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for I sit and wonder. myself, my own problem. I'm thoughtsful.
the thing is it's all dark. no wonder in my days it's winter all the time.
I should feel good because I love winter or it's just what I think and I'm used to. tt's that. mostly that. it's grey, it should be blue.

"Your time has come!" He says. He's right. my time has come. I can easily tell my time has come. I should do more than this, but I feel so obsolete. my hands are cold and also my feet. "afraid? me?.." not that. it ends.
she died for me, has been dead most of my life. what follows? nothing, it has ended.
long days now, short days by then. marked all the spots.
I dream, the spots are there following me. can't change but now I wish it was different. said things I shouldn't, and so did she. how could I forget?
no matter how hard I try, useless effort. think different, think real.
sunday was a bright day, so my eyes told me. I hated it. I hated many things about a year ago, I, now, hate even more.
why did she go? why did she leave me? she shouldn't have come. nobody should. dark clouds come. before i had no clouds, neither white nor dark. I know it's not the way, things are not supposed to be like that.
felt like flying once. high up and I wasn't under lsd effect. if I was like you, I'd never land. I'd leave earth and go away and never fall. I'd never touch you again and I wouldn't need such thing.

as moby tells, one of these morning you will look for me and I will be gone. way gone. no one will be able to find me by then. I'll be long gone.
imagine all that could have been if only.. you imagine, I can't. got no strenght to leave myself go that way. i've wasted all my tears. you will never see me cry again, never ever again. i wonder if i can smile again. done nothing to be this way.
the violins play hate, i hear them play, deep in my veins i feel the blood boil. and I do. but... "I miss you more than I'll let you know."
somehow I'm still keeping a spot in my bench for you to sit by my side as you said you were. no matter how, I just want you to return.

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for I sit and wonder. myself, my own problem. I'm thoughtsful.
the thing is it's all dark. no wonder in my days it's winter all the time.
I should feel good because I love winter or it's just what I think and I'm used to. tt's that. mostly that. it's grey, it should be blue.

"Your time has come!" He says. He's right. my time has come. I can easily tell my time has come. I should do more than this, but I feel so obsolete. my hands are cold and also my feet. "afraid? me?.." not that. it ends.
she died for me, has been dead most of my life. what follows? nothing, it has ended.
long days now, short days by then. marked all the spots.
I dream, the spots are there following me. can't change but now I wish it was different. said things I shouldn't, and so did she. how could I forget?
no matter how hard I try, useless effort. think different, think real.
sunday was a bright day, so my eyes told me. I hated it. I hated many things about a year ago, I, now, hate even more.
why did she go? why did she leave me? she shouldn't have come. nobody should. dark clouds come. before i had no clouds, neither white nor dark. I know it's not the way, things are not supposed to be like that.
felt like flying once. high up and I wasn't under lsd effect. if I was like you, I'd never land. I'd leave earth and go away and never fall. I'd never touch you again and I wouldn't need such thing.

as moby tells, one of these morning you will look for me and I will be gone. way gone. no one will be able to find me by then. I'll be long gone.
imagine all that could have been if only.. you imagine, I can't. got no strenght to leave myself go that way. i've wasted all my tears. you will never see me cry again, never ever again. i wonder if i can smile again. done nothing to be this way.
the violins play hate, i hear them play, deep in my veins i feel the blood boil. and I do. but... "I miss you more than I'll let you know."
somehow I'm still keeping a spot in my bench for you to sit by my side as you said you were. no matter how, I just want you to return.