Publicado por Etelvina Diversion , lunes, 19 de julio de 2010 10:47

When the sun rises the littlest dreams tend to disappear, and the room gets colder, the walls turn grey and me, myself and i start to faint.
Just when every hope is about to vanish and morality is threatening... YOU appear.
You, without your white horse and with all your love, all to me.
And in that exact moment... Happiness feels real.

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