miércoles, 27 de noviembre de 2013

Voodoo child, young and old.

Was I really there,
or it was all my life,
I don't really now,
why you sayin' no,
when the darkness is empty,
but the soul is yours,
just maybe someday,
I'll be playing right there
with all those colors and textures
that you've showed me one day.

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