I had a strange humid feeling,
It was both the sun in a tempest
And a thunderlike blizzard in air,
It seemed that I came home...
It was a shoot at the midnight,
It was a volcano of burning acid,
It was a laugh in a starving town,
I had fallen in love again...
You needn"t have spoken to me,
You needn"t have forsaken me.
You just had to be close to me,
You just had to feel my knees...
Now I"m sitting on a cool roof,
Now I"m catching gusts of the wind,
Now I"m reading postcards from heaven,
Now I"m falling down with leaves...
Need you
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I've been reading the site's English stuff just to get the idea of where I stand with mine. Yours is pretty neat, with powerful feelings and very little to pick upon. Guess 'a shoot at the midnight' must mean a 'shot'.
Mahalingam 06.01.2002 04:31 • Заявить о нарушении
Mahalingam 06.01.2002 04:31 • Заявить о нарушении
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