My thoughts of you are like the melting snow.
Your fleeting now.
Your fleeting now.
You thought you conquered us.
But with some help we ended up conquering you.
Your dominion has been cut to pieces.
As are my thoughts of you.
As are my thoughts of you.
Just a fleeting wind.
Just a fleeting wind.
May my thoughts of you return as dust to the ground.
May they go in peace.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
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