historical-pumpkin
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Today's clouds bring tomorrow's sun
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The air gets colder
no bird sings in my green tree
a storm is coming.
Looking out of the window I see beautiful white grey clouds playing tag with the wind on an ice colored sky.
During that the temperature falls and the world gets colder, but my heart feels warm, because I know, tomorrow I see my friends again.
Freu mich schon auf morgen!
Bleach-Coss machen
no bird sings in my green tree
a storm is coming.
Looking out of the window I see beautiful white grey clouds playing tag with the wind on an ice colored sky.
During that the temperature falls and the world gets colder, but my heart feels warm, because I know, tomorrow I see my friends again.
Freu mich schon auf morgen!
Bleach-Coss machen
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rainbows in the sky
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Most people don't like the rain,
'caus it remind them on the sad days of live,
and make their soul wanna cry.
But then they often forgot that within that sadness lies the beauty of the world,
a beauty that can shows ya a rainbow, created by love and hope.
And it was a rainy day, last week,
were I found a rainbow, with the colors of the sun and moon, that remained me on the sweet memory of my innocent childhood.
'caus it remind them on the sad days of live,
and make their soul wanna cry.
But then they often forgot that within that sadness lies the beauty of the world,
a beauty that can shows ya a rainbow, created by love and hope.
And it was a rainy day, last week,
were I found a rainbow, with the colors of the sun and moon, that remained me on the sweet memory of my innocent childhood.
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Like the clouds in the wind
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Journeys are like the clouds, always changing, always different and most important you never know what they are bringing to you.
May it be sunlight, joy and happiness,
rain, sadness and pain
a rainbow
or love and death.
...
Sitting in a train
time runs slowly,
nature change fast.
My heart feels the sadness of the dying
because I lost what's truly important.
Now I'm alone
surrounded by sunlight,
that hurts my soul like the pain of hell.
People asking questions,
saying it was my fault.
Why don't they let me ...
so I can be alone
with the loss I feel.
...
On days like this I always ask myself the question, why is it so impossible for people to understand each other?
And why can't I be alone when I want it the most?
Sitting in my grandparents house I want to be elsewhere, because the trouble I had by arriving here, the feelings I felt, made me wanna cry and hide beneath the clear blue sky, somewhere in a place where my fairytales live.
Though this is life and my reality and that's what making me sad the most, I guess.
But like the wind clears the sky after a storm, I believe every pain can be washed away.
You only need the right cleaner and what could be a better way for changing your mood then a tangerine pie?
...
So I still don't know what this little journey will bring to me, but at the horizon I can see the light that will wash away the dark clouds on my sky.
May it be sunlight, joy and happiness,
rain, sadness and pain
a rainbow
or love and death.
...
Sitting in a train
time runs slowly,
nature change fast.
My heart feels the sadness of the dying
because I lost what's truly important.
Now I'm alone
surrounded by sunlight,
that hurts my soul like the pain of hell.
People asking questions,
saying it was my fault.
Why don't they let me ...
so I can be alone
with the loss I feel.
...
On days like this I always ask myself the question, why is it so impossible for people to understand each other?
And why can't I be alone when I want it the most?
Sitting in my grandparents house I want to be elsewhere, because the trouble I had by arriving here, the feelings I felt, made me wanna cry and hide beneath the clear blue sky, somewhere in a place where my fairytales live.
Though this is life and my reality and that's what making me sad the most, I guess.
But like the wind clears the sky after a storm, I believe every pain can be washed away.
You only need the right cleaner and what could be a better way for changing your mood then a tangerine pie?
...
So I still don't know what this little journey will bring to me, but at the horizon I can see the light that will wash away the dark clouds on my sky.
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