Winterscore ©
Saturday, April 16, 2011
I turn around and walk
I turn around and walk
The sun against my back
I chase the shadow me
That dances dressed in black
A corner more then home
And to my quiet gate
And a slowly changing light
That moves in rooms 'til late
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