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Endless Spring Memory
As I walk down the aisles of memories
There is this mist castle
And the black holes in my memory
And there is your insoluble smile
Like a watermark looming in the acid rain
Of random trajectories
And God, the moon is so sad
When the clouds look back at me
My hand caressing your already cold face
Your silent and extinguished spring eyes
Like two ships in the sad eyes of time
Leaving the port of my present
And as the night arises, hugging
Your shadow smiling at me
Strangely your voice still rocks me
Lighting my dreams like the dawn that wakes up
In which I always hope without saying it
That one day you could come back
And even if the cruel and indifferent time
Can only make wills
I would wait for you along the sea cemeteries
Mourning the hearts of the missing
I would wait for you on the other side of the shore
In the azure ruddy color
I would wait for you sitting on the horizon
Holding in my hands
A bouquet of daisies and lilacs
That you will plant in your juxtaposed garden
Of dust and light
Making my inconsolable grief bloom
From a stripped spring
Of your eternal sweetness.
© Birdy'
There is this mist castle
And the black holes in my memory
And there is your insoluble smile
Like a watermark looming in the acid rain
Of random trajectories
And God, the moon is so sad
When the clouds look back at me
My hand caressing your already cold face
Your silent and extinguished spring eyes
Like two ships in the sad eyes of time
Leaving the port of my present
And as the night arises, hugging
Your shadow smiling at me
Strangely your voice still rocks me
Lighting my dreams like the dawn that wakes up
In which I always hope without saying it
That one day you could come back
And even if the cruel and indifferent time
Can only make wills
I would wait for you along the sea cemeteries
Mourning the hearts of the missing
I would wait for you on the other side of the shore
In the azure ruddy color
I would wait for you sitting on the horizon
Holding in my hands
A bouquet of daisies and lilacs
That you will plant in your juxtaposed garden
Of dust and light
Making my inconsolable grief bloom
From a stripped spring
Of your eternal sweetness.
© Birdy'
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