sexta-feira, 2 de setembro de 2011

September Rain

What is it that you bring?
Nothing that I crave,
Everything that I create,
I've offered nothing for trade.

And all the birds sing
Happily joined in a melody,
Yet I do not see
How they can sing so free
And free be
So different and unaware of me.

Even if I call you rain
And you call me pain,
All around us are the insane.
In this September rain, dancing the bane.

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