Falling leaves swept away by the wind
Breaking a glass to end this state
Holding a dream but it’s just a dream
Feeling like a turtle staring at the moon
Oh, clowns joking and jumping
Let loose the laughing to insult
The princess still standing there and waiting
But pity it’s not you that she adore
02 February 2009 11.27 pm
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