mår skräp ..


.. fast nu när jag kollade tempen så .. jupp .. jag har feber.

Typiskt!



Now here's tomorrow's then
Tomorrow
is simply a maybe
Yesterday's a blur
that's already gone

And I struggle to keep the time
To keep the time....

Beatitude

Spare your secrets
To rain from the sky
And enjoy
Falling from grace

I can not exchange this feeling in my heart
For the fortunes of the multitudes
There's an art to making sense, I know
But the only word that comes to mind is Beatitude....

Is Beatitude
....
Is Beatitude

But the only word that comes to mind is Beatitude













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