I love the taste of the morning time
reading Kerouac and drinking Coffee
watching the winter leaving.
The whole year was fast,
and although time scares me
winter is leaving already.
I love the warmth of you walking away
Mascara bleeds a blackened tear

All the things I'll think of, today
All the art that will inspire me, today...
All the ideas that will cross my mind
without enough time to grab them with my hands
I wonder about all the things I don't know
I wonder about all the things you don't tell me...
The sun will go down again
And winter will be staying a little longer
But tomorrow morning I'll be reading Kerouac again...

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