Written on the wind
Written on the wind the words came one day,
shivering, and tired, and confused.
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This Autumn I mourn
the fear of a leaf
who paid to October
a fistful of days
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She wasn't taller than her doll-house.
She was still writing to Santa Claus.
Dark curly hair and wide open eyes
she piously kneeled piercing the skies.
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I stood silently watching the room
it was my last time there.
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Weep no more, my Willow Tree!
Fill by tears the ruffled Sea.
Shiver not, hold your breath still.
An it harm none, do as ye will.
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Sono seduta da così tanto tempo
in questa stazione
senza nome
che confondo i treni che arrivano
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Please, let me live, give me a chance
of life on Earth to have a glance,
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They stood there smiling in black and white
holding their fingers tender and tight.
They knew the secrets of a past tense heart
they knew of a future 'till death do us part'.
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Eu cred că suntem un popor vegetal,
De unde altfel liniştea
În care aşteptăm desfrunzirea?
De unde curajul
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