Après moi, le déluge.

jueves, 4 de noviembre de 2010

Oh! this feeling's very strange

can anybody tell me what's your game?

totalmente feliz!

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A boat beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear

Long has pale that sunny sky
Echoes fade and memories die.
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by
Dreaming as the summers die

Ever drifting down the stream
Lingering in the golden gleam
Life, what is it but a dream?