No milk today, my love has gone away
The bottle stands for lorn, a symbol of the dawn
No milk today, it seems a common sight
But people passing by don't know the reason why
How could they know just what this message means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know the palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen
No milk today, it wasn't always so
The company was gay, we'd turn night into day
But all that's left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two up two down
No milk today, it wasn't always so
The company was gay, we'd turn night into day
As music played the faster did we dance
We felt it both at once, the start of our romance
How could they know just what this message means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know a palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen
No milk today, my love has gone away
29.3.11
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another city
...eile hommikul ärkasin selle peale, et vanaema rääkis teises toas emale lugusid ajast, kui töötas hullumajas, teraviljasalves etc. kell oli vöib-olla 9...päike paistis aknast sisse ja tundisin teatavat kodutunnet. neid hommikuid, kui olen seal ärganud, on sadu ja tuhandeid. teadsin, et öues on suhteliselt talvine, aga esimene möte seostus suvehommikuga, lapsepölvega, vabaduse ja köige positiivsega.
kuid siis mõtlesin öudusega, et see hetk vöib jääda üheks viimasteks....
kuid siis mõtlesin öudusega, et see hetk vöib jääda üheks viimasteks....
3.3.11
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