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Love from one to the deep!

Used to have love, short of the sun fake oakley sunglasses, the original length of time, early carved in the hand, happy to cry, heart busy. You gave me life a dream. You are not beside him, I lost weight, thoughts like waves of wheat fields, the thought of you the whole world is shaking.
Once had a dream, in brief is the light, that during the day is long, as early as engraved in the heart. Lonely bailing, wake and sleep like the tears for whom the mirror, make-up face. How are you now? The wind continued to blow, blown to the ground too late to open the desire to reach places we do not.
Sky floating tears in the rain, sadness wet wings, a person grew up in a step by step, tears come to the end of the world.
Love will be fine? Your the whom fly?
- Zither
Is the winter of the year, is a miss of the season, the window rhythm of the ground, splashing through a blossoming spray. Visible in the window, a man quietly listening to the radio, looking from afar, do you think of me? Not my day, you feel a little lonely? Under the street light, pedestrians walking in twos and threes, past scenes come to mind, perhaps a temporary difference, perhaps for ever, there is no regret, no luxury, just want to gently ask: "If you want me? "
The seeds of memory and sometimes haunted, sometimes buried, can no longer be traced back to the old time, and left unattended at a lonely accompanied. The future, we must be brave.
Much laughter, and enjoy dancing in the years to come, and how much pain into a plume of dust in reincarnation. Think you feel very romantic, and flock to my mind is that the dough memory, for whom eliminate people languishing? Only monarch known. Thousands of miles, in the eye and tempting me of the past life? Look forward to the day in the memory of wandering, a knowing eye, and once stopped to rub shoulders. The Distracted how many, after geometry. Red Road knockoff oakleys, you are still the deepest thoughts of my heart, the deepest pain. Mention a palace lantern, walked from your dream, but also wish you a thousand years, the pre-existence of promises into real promise.
Old memories of those scattered on the paper, as if to smell the breath of the mottled yellowing, daily quiet. Also parting, and then repeated together, what can? This is not an enduring dream only the lonely, no place to place.
Always with you, with you looking at the position. Do you know how much hard work? How tired I am? I do not know how to hold forever, you gave a bulging duffel bag, empty look. Morning overwhelmed me, and some just overwhelming despair. He did not promised to my future so long, but this is not strong enough!
Acacia is a wisp of smoke, the wind blowing around you, let you know how much I miss you.
If concerned about a drop of water, so heavy rain from your head to let you know how much I read you.
Situation so that we always expect too much, watching from far away to the heart and soul to share, chase let us tired. Its struggle tearing pain, as seen from afar smile, a simple hug, stop here. Only there is no ending in a lot of stories, many feelings can only become a pain, a lot of things can only let the matter rest. Many people have been reluctant to mention it again, a lot of tears back back to the bottom of my heart, a lot of secrets has been rotting in the time. And many are not be taken away, are leaving no are too late, and go back.
Your fleeting mess my Bliss. Bana, only to open the other side. We say good love, but to become each other's secret. Some people, when you let go, you should understand that the day after, no matter how much effort could not escape to. The hand is to put your own, you will be responsible. Sorry, can not buy back all the time back, it will not go back ...
I still continue to struggle in pain, fall and refused to leave, once again arrived at those sad poles, and then repeat was removed. Finally, a completely clear of the end of this continues ...
The butterfly is still violently flowers, you miss my Love, miss my reincarnation cheek. My world has since been pressing the mute fake oakleys, because without you! Many times can pour out their feelings in the text, can give vent to their hearts are not happy in the music, while the exception of text and music also describes not the kind of frustration.
I said, you can live well, without me you still dazzling. That day, this year, waiting for the disappointment. As a result, became very powerful!

Barry132 27.03.2012 0 147
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