onsdag den 28. december 2011

With drops of Jupiter in her hair.

But tell me, did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way
to see the lights all faded,
and that heaven is overrated?

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar.
And then you missed me,
while you were looking for yourself out there?

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