Monday, August 20, 2007

When It Was Over...

Undoubtedly your song was the best song,
singing on the stage, behind the door of paradise,
that never belongs,
to your beautiful last song.
My sweetest friend,
this is what I know about what happened.
Your song was the best song,
beware of the others' worst.
But they didn't listen to yours,
and those girls of Alabama won.
You sing for that kind of paradise,
that never belongs to anybody.


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