Pemberley Winter
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When my head is not on the pillow anymore,
there, I have my own time for thoughts.
I know I can encounter with myself.
I can think about the yesterday.
there, I have my own time for thoughts.
I know I can encounter with myself.
I can think about the yesterday.
At morning it is, yes. After the most tender sleep.
I can examine my life. I can count my time.
At morning it is, when I look back,
When I see my mistakes, and try to not make them now.
I can examine my life. I can count my time.
At morning it is, when I look back,
When I see my mistakes, and try to not make them now.
Is the day that starts. that hello it says.
Is another adventure that is calling me with strenght.
Is another adventure that is calling me with strenght.
But how can I start all over again?, If I'm stuck with the yesterday.
At morning I have to think. Don't wanna do the same mistakes.
At morning I have to think. Don't wanna do the same mistakes.
But this morning isn't how I expected.
Is worrying me. And I'm afraid.
No time I can count, No day can start.
This morning is all my life, and this sudden surprise...
is making me mad.
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Is worrying me. And I'm afraid.
No time I can count, No day can start.
This morning is all my life, and this sudden surprise...
is making me mad.
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Pemberley Winter
I Know what you are..you're gonna be bad for my bussines..I can realize that.
I Know what you are..you're gonna be bad for my bussines..I can realize that.
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