Thoughts hurt. And leaves.
Think tonight is not the end.
Blind windows. An empty house.
White candle in the dark, crying. Saturiņicīts>
Engine iztiep hand, you want to contain,
Keep your hands warm.
What goes up can not stop love.
Unable to prevent. Saturiņicīts>
How am saying to you, as is.
I stand with an empty heart:
You are not hearing me -
Under the land is no longer being absorbed. Saturiņicīts>
How to tell you, that is.
Well talk to you
Will - listen to Himself
And memory to separate pages. Saturiņicīts>
How to tell you, that is.
But talk to you
Will - listen to Himself
And memory to separate pages. Saturiņicīts>
How am saying to you, as is.
But you\'d be mine, and,
With my voice, you sound
And just in time with me - to die. Saturiņicīts>
What is the lifespan of years lived
Against it, who knows the beginning nor the GLA!
As a brief moment, the wires in the sun
On earth as one of the legends on the island. Saturiņicīts>
Around thee eternity as the murmur of the sea,
But the heart - so dizzy as the nightingale song,
And breast-loving land smell wood. Saturiņicīts>
And - do you cry or laugh in life -
Your life with eternity together once liesies. Saturiņicīts>
Without the wind division of the flowers
Slowly and quietly.
What summer would die
Neatnākusi. Saturiņicīts>
Soon autumn will come with a cool fibrillation,
To the brim full of dish bs in my life.
Over my day bright joyful call
Silence guls and green moss plant.
Then everything subsided. Over the grave of my life
Silence guls and green dog will grow. Saturiņicīts>
And so we go -
it: suddenly and completely.
Without a road back.
Sand is doing above all else.
Not held not make anymore -
aizsmok voice, sinking into steps.
And pain in the soul
As a black ash snow. Saturiņicīts>
Everything you how my life enjoyed
With time you will be buried.
Or managed or had no time,
Everything you how my life enjoyed
With what you yourself became a happy,
No one else will not. Saturiņicīts>
And when the earth will remain,
Thank you for the days of your life
And will feel: I have my share of the
Eternality of your immortality. Saturiņicīts>
And when across the whole
hear the hard ground brush,
Remaining link to the death
rovings, but nepārcirsta:
Records on pages
the winds of eternity either in the ark,
Remains of human life,
Who are born, live, die. Saturiņicīts>
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