tangerine


Measuring a summer’s day
I only finds it slips away to grey
The hours they bring me pain.

Tangerine Tangerine
Living reflection of a dream;
I was her love she was my queen
And now a thousand years between.

Thinking how it used to be
Does she still remember times like these?
To think of us again?
And I do.

Tangerine Tangerine
Living reflection of  a dream;
I was her love she was my queen
And now a thousand years between.

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~ by chikamaru777 on 2 January, 2010.

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