I had to go
To get away
There was always a broader horizon
Far from the soft stifling air
The murmuring chasms of nostalgia
Narrow minded people might ask me why
I tell them what I always say
I never look back
Not even once
So who says I even left?
domingo, 22 de novembro de 2015
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