To him, by Maricely
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It's five o'clock it's and I can't sleep
thinking of you
thinking of your beauty
and what I couldn't do without you
This is my punishment
it's hurst like hell
I miss you so much
and I can't wait more until
you come back
I know you'll may be bring some bad news
or may be good news
my life is upon your hands
my life depends of you
please don't thrownh it away
just so you know
I love you
may be you think
that I love you
it's a sentence
which many people say
like say hi there!
or something like that
but let me tell you something
saying I love you to you
it's sounds for me like
if it is the first time I'm saying it
or I've heard of it.
so remember when you come back
think twice the things
my future
my life
my love
depends of you
mary..love ya
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Posted: 2007-07-02 05:20:16 UTC |
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