sábado, 24 de septiembre de 2016

Barrio Piedrabuena

Won't you come here?
You know the way, it's the one you made.
Built it in the sky, all that's in your eye now not the same.
Watch it tumble down, falling all around.
Can you stand watching it undo all that's made of you?

You can stay where you are.
I will wake you.
I will wake you in the morning.

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