if my hand could block the sun, would we ever wake up? and if I turned back all these clocks, would there be time enough?
2010-05-16 23:22:22
"the angels dance like feathers float, they're here to see and to be seen
the clock strikes two, the music slows and each one slowly dons their wings
once outside they all pair off and hand in hand they leave
but I'm still waiting, and I'm still waiting"
det man inte vet lider man inte av.
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