Hver er að þræða villigötur auðnanna inní tún svefnrofa minna?

fimmtudagur, febrúar 23, 2006

 

I was a pauper, I was second class,

I was a moment that quickly passed,
and I was a gambler, gambled on you.
Rain shone and the sun it just poured through,
wind whistled a whispered word, it was true.
The world is a stage that revolves around you.

felt – black ship in the harbour

Ég til mín.

Óðurinn til móralsins hefst hér. Í dag; sem er samt annar.

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