In your hands the day are burnt,
Tired streets aren't wait for your,
Lights of stars in eyes weren't
And I worship you alone, you.
"Early flowers and the sky,
In the night I always promise,
In inside I head your ‘bye’,
And your word is only stop us".
Summer sounds are inside your,
And sunrise in our feelings,
I will wait you only, you,
Love doesn't have any ceilings.
In your hands the day are burnt
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