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Living |
Let her smile color her lips,
Till laughter shuts her eyes in bliss...
Time flies
On its crystal lines...
Thrown bombs
Ball of fire...
Familiar scent every morning
Eyes that really burning...
Until we meet again
You'll see I'm strong...
You told me you love me
But you need her...
Am I enough?
Can you help me understand...
Same place, same time, same moment we knew,
We’ve been here before, if you only knew...
Soon I'll be done loving,
No need for disguise...
I saw you once again, my dear,
Though I stayed hidden, far from here...
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Writers sometimes don't have the voice |
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Never to unlove, never to regret. |
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Talking to much do not always reflects on intelligence sometimes it is criticism. |