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domingo, 18 de octubre de 2009

Diksha

Give me a thousand words
That I shouldn't hear
and I'm deaf to them written on paper
Your voice through the ink
Laugh out....across the moondance
Believe me

Sigh the destruction of the safety of my world

Seen through the lens, I'm out of focus
A blurry photograph that is never meant to be understood

That you might carry in your pocket as a secret to keep

Look out at the sky
and lets pledge our wordless truths
to a light neither of us can see

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