segunda-feira, 10 de dezembro de 2007

Any change

A finger' s touch upon my lips
It' s a morning yearning
Pull the courtains shut, try to keep it dark
But the sun is burning.
The world awakens on the run
And will soon be yearning
With hopes of beter days to come
It' s a morning yearning
Another day, another chance to get it right
Must I still be learning.

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