One streetlight dies,
the night is silent,
a question asked,
another's day
What dreams dissolve
in midnight shadows
and wrap the world
in winter white?
And broken dreams,
a streetlight's answer
the only hope
I ever see
The shadows cry,
Can no-one mend them?
And falling stars
can't help but die
A streetlight dies
to wake the morning
the shadows grow
and fade away
the winter calls,
the winter, crying,
the questions lift
the questions stay.
08-March-03
"querida"
Saturday, March 08, 2003
Open season on interpretations: "Querida"
"When I get to level 7 I can actually summon a humanoid whore, as opposed to a gelatinous cube whore."
"It'll dissolve your winkie."
"Jeff? For the love of God, let it eat Michael Flatley." You must understand, we're now running a final encounter for Jefe, who's Miraged the entire cast of Riverdance as a distraction...
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