четверг, 22 апреля 2010 г.

BD

In a dream I dreamt that you rang me...
You my best friend.
You were like usually...
You ran home, and teased, and laughed, you told about that you got a new medicine which was the best ever... And that you have been to the worlds best concert... Everything that was the worlds best.
And then when I heard that you died... We were sure it was just a joke/hoax.. Or just a big misstake.
My gentle kinsman... (and then i understood it wasnt somebody else who hurt you... ??? - not sure if i understood right)
And you slide away again... You my best friend.
And I can't ask what you think about everything... Memory concert for you... Should we play my new song or not? Which song should be the intro?
And besides everything I can never ask why you jumped....
I thought I have time...
I thought I have time."

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