CineArteMusica

A true love of mine.

Please see for me if her hair hangs long, if it rolls and flows all down her breast. Please see for me if her hair hangs long, that's the way I remember her best.
I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all. Many times I've often prayed in the darkness of my night, in the brightness of my day.
So if you're travelin' in the north country fair, where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Todo.


All my smiles and all my time,all my broken n' twisted mind.All my clothes and all my wine,all my naked "wonder why?".All the songs that I hear,and all the records I hold near.All my pain and all my joy,all my greeny veins and scars.All my teeth and my spine,all my cinderella hats.All my clown ways of playin',all my serious ways of achin'.All my sins and my crimes,all my miracles divine.All the fire and all the coldness,all the times that I'll be pointless.All my fears and all my troubles,all my shy and hurt burnt sorrow.All my fingers and my blood,all the stars that I could draw.All my words and all my air,all my changes and my hair.All my dreams and all my faults,all the yellows of the sun.All my truth, my lies, my secrets,all the time spent to reach this.All the tears that I'll cry,and all the laughter I share now.All my treasures and my names,all my color socks n' my bed.All my sighs and my frowns,all of my voices and all of my heart.
All my love and all of that.All of me for you right now.
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