So long,
my friend.
There must always
be an end.
But all our love,
and life,
and song
carries on.
I carry it on.
Now the lightships
are guiding you
over the sea.
And the lightships
are sailing you
away from me.
Over the edge.
The edge of the world.
Of the world.
But I carry you on.
I carry you on.
And I carry on.
Over the edge of the world. Mayo 2007.
Me encanta.
Escrito por Lidia a las 12 de Mayo 2007 a las 04:41 AM