Wednesday, July 14, 2010

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I died in my dreams
Apart from all the sacrifices indeed
I run across the line
Shining from the river's eye

The line seems frozen and cold
It is old and old is gold
But the time has fallen in deep sleep
And burdens on me form a heap

But i cant deny the river's eye
And stay there in the moon-light
Expressions of beauty are time-driven
But those moments r not worth livin