Monday, January 17, 2005

lark

and like a lark.

like a lark?

like a lark i'll fly away

to where?

away, it doesn't matter where

so you're going to go, just like that? you're going to leave?

yes, and there's no turning back. better now than later.

what about your friends?

we're all going to die someday, they'll get used to it. i'm very sorry to them. very sorry.

yeah?

yeah, it's unforturnate they ever met me.

so where you gonna go?

some place beautiful and forever, and nothing. you can't come. but tell them for me, tell them everything will be beautiful. and tell them that it's no use, there was no one to save because i was no one and always will be no one.


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