16.11.08

o sol. os dias. as idas.

Summer in winter
Winter in springtime
You heard the birds sing

Everything will be fine

I spent the summer wasting

The time was passed so easily

But if the summers wasted

How come that I could feel so free

I spent the summer wasting

The sky was blue beyond compare

A photograph of myself

Is all I have to show for

Seven weeks of river walkways

Seven weeks of staying up all night
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a summer wasting, belle and sebastian

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