git gide, daha da...



my god

all the eyes are downwards/all your fumble words are spent/paying no attention/to the thoughts of your dear friend

no point louder/the sound of my power/sink in deeper/further each hour/my god

when our flower's fading/when our stem begins to fold/I will take off quietly/like a bird that flees the cold

no point louder/the sound of my power/sink in deeper/further each hour/my god

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