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time goes by

ich warte

sekunde, minute, stunde um stunde, tag um tag, jahr um jahr

warte ich

wochen, monate

wie lange noch?

jahrzehnte? ein leben lang?
1.5.06 14:47

it`s one love , one life, and its one need in the night......
i think it is possible that i may be happy again
1.5.06 22:31

I was sitting, waiting, wishing
You believed in superstitions
Then maybe you would see the signs
But lord knows that this world is cruel
And I ain’t the lord no I’m just a fool
Learning loving somebody
Don’t make them love you
Must I always be waiting, waiting on you?
Must I always be playing, playing your fool?

I sang your songs I danced your dance
I gave your friends all a chance
But putting up with them
Wasn’t worth never having you
Maybe you’ve been through this before
But it’s my first time so please ignore
The next few lines because they’re directed at you
I can’t always be waiting, waiting on you
I can’t always be playing, playing your fool

I keep playing your part
But it’s not my scene
Want this plot to twist
I’ve had enough mystery
You keep building it up
But then you’re shooting me down
But I’m already down
Just wait a minute
Just sitting, waiting
Just wait a minute
Just sitting, waiting

Well if I was in your position
’d put down all my ammunition
I’d wonder why it had taken me so long
But lord knows that I’m not you
And if I was I wouldn’t be so cruel
Because waiting on love
Ain’t so easy to do
Must I always be waiting, waiting on you?
Must I always be playing, playing your fool?
3.5.06 16:03

will i find you in the juniemoon??

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with a muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East an West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thaught that love would last for ever : I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now : put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
3.5.06 22:20

sun is shinig

the world is growing, she is heating up
flowers, trees and fields, they`re all so colcorful
but my love is getting smaller, my heart gets cold
my eyes are losing tehir colors, everything becomes grey..
because of...
4.5.06 13:20

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