Δευτέρα, 16 Απριλίου 2018

κλημεντίνες



These girls you have loved
Are slowly decaying, Ah
Drying out in the sun
Before your eyes
Wild stares in your face
They seem to accuse you, Oh
What have you done
To earn this prize?


Fragments left at the end of the day
A pile of blue that is soon swept away
Goodbye, blue girls, goodbye
Would it be too much to cry?

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