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On the dead scene you stand
Untouched by precious time
Making meanless sentences
Always pretending who you really are
Cherish those memories
Those, in the heavenly light
Worship Her glory character
Do not close your eyes
Me, my lines, my smile
Everything gone with the wind
And even if I slept with my soul bared down under
Silver memories do not erase by time
Born in september
Got lost in october
Died in november
Woke up in december
To understand Her, you should see the act
her Pride, her Smile, her Shine
She has everything, She is Yours
She is an actress, again... She is drawing that line
Find an equal One, like You
With scars on Her hands - because of fights
With tears in Her eyes - because of love
If you look into Her eyes, you'll find
Everything you need, don't act blind
Now is the time to finish the play
Say the last line, run out hearing them clap
Do not, do not forget
To find that girl and ask:
"Darling, have you ever found somebody
With scars on his hands, with tears in his eyes?"
Born in september
Faded away in october
Died in november
Woke up in december
Life is short when you live it to the fullest
Then you die. She brings a flower
Puts it on your grave. Hearing a whisper from Virgin Mary:
«Me, my scars, my tears shall not seek
Another memory for my dreams to bury» 
Post je objavljen 29.04.2006. u 00:12 sati.