(my) space diary
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Everytime
Everytime
Every time you go away I lie beside a cold and empty space
And every time I turn a page your hands begin to fall down from your face
And every time I look above I see and learn and know there's something waiting for me.
Oi Va Voi
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