jueves, 24 de marzo de 2011


She's so lucky, she's a star. But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart. Thinking, if there's nothing missing in my life then why do these tears come at night? Lost in an image, in a dream. But there's no one there to wake her up. And the world is spinning and she keeps on winning, but tell me what happens when it stops?

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